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It's very simple. I already set it up. You just need to press here.

- I know. - A few shots, please.

I know. Can't we just take pictures with a cellphone?

They don't take pictures with Emelyanov with just a cellphone.

I want the pictures to be in high quality.

I'll print them out and come to him for the next meeting.

Sorry.

By the way, did you read Murder Based On Revenge?

Of course. I also read The Death of a Conman and Needless Tragedy.

- Needless Tragedy, already? - Pulled some strings.

Hey! If I...

Anyway, The Death of a Conman. The main character guy, he...

Like, by chance he forges...

- I'll read it myself later. - OK, OK.

Good afternoon! We're pleased to see

so many fans of Grigoriy Fedorovich here!

But, unfortunately, Grigory Fedorovich Emelyanov

won't be able to come today.

The store management and Grigoriy Fedorovich himself apologize.

Wow! Look, Emelyanov has been arrested.

Hardcore!

I'm not buying it! This is just a PR move.

Arrested on suspicion of murder? He couldn't kill anyone.

Listen, we don't know him personally. Maybe he actually...

- He just couldn't... - How do you know?

Listen, maybe you can help him?

ACADEMIA

Galina Sumina

Maksim Bityukov

Elizaveta Lotova, Aleksandr Konstantinov, Vladimir Yumatov

Aleksandr Yatsko, Igor Yurtaev, Eric Yaralov

ACADEMIA

OK. Here, take a look.

Although, you probably already know the main facts from the news.

A famous writer was arrested on suspicion of murder.

Yes, I know. But not from the news. Shurik told me.

He and Olya went to a readers conference with Emelyanov's today.

He didn't come, naturally.

Yeah. Go figure...

If they want an autograph, he's now in our detention center.

Who did he kill?

Allegedly, Nastya, allegedly.

His ghost writer. Leonid Ptushko.

Ghost writer?

Emelyanov doesn't write anymore. It's been 6 years now.

Really? Olya will be very upset.

So don't tell her. For that matter...

I want this information to stay confidential.

The publisher insists on complete confidentiality.

The press shouldn't know that

Ptushko is the author of Emelyanov's latest novels.

Emelyanov's fans wouldn't be happy either.

Isn't a murder scandal enough for the fans?

A murder scandal only benefits them, Nastya.

Just think. A famous crime fiction writer

arrested on suspicion of murder.

They'll make so much money from this story.

Please! A hype is one thing though.

Actual jail time for murder is another.

That's why I need you and your team.

Nastya, I need objectivity.

- Are you done? - Looks like, yeah.

- OK, bye? - Hey!

Well, veterans? I see you're ready to hand over the reins!

We have new blood! Give them a warm welcome!

Hi. I'm Natasha. Your new biologist.

Stepan. Programmer, hacker. To cut it short, IT expert.

- This is Eduard Pirozhkov. - And this is our charming...

Oksa. Not Oksana, not Ksyusha...

Not Ksanochka. Oksa.

Got it, Syan.

- What? - Are we free to go?

Too early to talk freedom.

First, train the interns, prepare them for deep waters.

Then maybe you'll be free!

Why do we have to do this?

Am I wrong or did someone

forget the Academy's labor code?

- Wait, are you serious? - Absolutely.

Well, guys, make yourself at home!

Thanks.

Wow! Awesome!

How can you voluntarily leave such a cool place?

- We have our reasons. - You're crazy!

Helping investigate murders, doing your favorite thing - science.

It's a dream job!

In addition to the dream there are long working hours,

practically no days off

and constant stress.

You'll also have to work with the very cool corpses.

Yes. And risk your life.

Well, now I understand.

Not everyone can handle such responsibility, I guess.

It's OK. You'll totally find your thing!

Garbage collectors found the body. In the alley behind the Box bar.

There are witnesses who claim

to have seen Ptushko and Emelyanov fighting.

In this very bar. There are also recordings from the security cameras,

where it's clear they weren't having a friendly conversation.

- Did they find the murder weapon? - A knife with Ptushko's blood on it.

In Emelyanov's glove compartment. But there are no fingerprints.

Most likely, Emelyanov used gloves.

Is that all? Is the case solved?

What makes you think so?

All the evidence is there! What else do they need from us?

Strange, they found the knife soon, but the gloves are gone.

Maybe he threw them away?

Why didn't he get rid of the knife as well?

Let's watch the recording from the bar's security cameras.

Look.

Ptushko entered the bar at 10:15.

Emelyanov came 10 minutes later. Then they had an argument.

Emelyanov left first.

So, he had time to wait for Ptushko at the exit.

It only looks like this on the surface.

We need more evidence to get to the truth.

Well, of course! Interrogation of the suspect!

I don't even remember how many interrogation scenes I wrote.

So was it you or Leonid Ptushko?

Both of us. But he wasn't as good as me.

I loved to write interrogations.

Now you're supposed to ask me

when was the last time I saw Ptushko. Hold on.

Surely you've already been told that we'd been at the Box bar.

There were a lot of witnesses.

I'll put it this way.

Did you see Ptushko after you left the bar?

No. I went home after that.

Why did you fight?

Leonid was supposed to write a novel for us.

Blood Scam. Two weeks ago,

he sent me a detailed synopsis. Swore the novel was almost finished.

Then suddenly he declared that he wouldn't give it to us.

He lost it!

Why did he change his mind?

Hell if I know.

He said he didn't want to publish the novel at all.

Invited me for a chat to this damn bar.

Began to threaten me that he'd reveal the truth about our books.

I told him that the publishers and I would no longer tolerate his whims,

that if he didn't give us the book, we would sue.

Are there people who can confirm this?

This is an interesting conversation we're having.

Can I use it in one of my books?

I thought you no longer write books.

This situation inspired me.

Besides, now with Leonid gone, do I have a choice?

Please answer my questions.

Is there anyone who can confirm your alibi?

I have no alibi.

But I also have no motive.

Ptushko blackmailed you.

- Isn't that enough for a motive? - He was my friend.

I wanted to ask the publisher

to allow him to publish a novel under his real name next year.

That's why I got mad at the bar!

How did the knife we found end up in the glove compartment of your car?

They planted it, obviously.

If you find the real killer,

will you give me an interview?

I doubt I'll find time for you.

Well, let's go.

First, do the tests: blood, hair and saliva.

The tools are on the desk. If you have any questions, I'm here.

Ed, come on, give the girl some time.

She's not used to such scenes yet.

Yeah.

Fine. Let's leave the training for later.

I have an autopsy to perform.

- How do you open it? - As usual.

- With a scalpel. - Oh, I mean, why?

- To determine the time of death. - How?

Ptushko was eating a sandwich while he was waiting for Emelyanov.

According to how well the food is digested, we can determine

how much time passed since the

moment when all the processes in the body had stopped. What's the matter?

- OK. Where are the interns? - Went out for lunch.

- Worked too hard, poor things. - Especially Natasha.

Lost her entire breakfast after the autopsy.

OK, jokers. Get to the point. Nastya will come soon.

We need to show and tell her something.

OK. I'll go first. I studied the contents of Ptushko's stomach.

Reviewed the video from the bar and determined the time of death.

So Ptushko eats a sandwich.

That's 5 minutes. Then Emelyanov comes.

They fight - that's 10 minutes. Then Emelyanov leaves.

Ptushko comes out 5 minutes later.

15 minutes, the food couldn't have digested so quickly.

It had been at least an hour after the meal.

Which means, Ptushko left the bar at 10:35.

So the approximate time of death is 11:30.

Great! And I have some weird stuff here.

I found traces of bromine on the victim's clothes. Question.

How did bromine get there?

Also, there are traces of silk on the knife handle.

Did the killer wipe the knife with a silk scarf?

Or it was just planted in Emelyanov's car.

Looks like Ptushko was planted.

There are traces of dragging on the heels of his shoes.

So, apparently,

he was stabbed to death in one place, then dragged to this bar.

Well, OK. I...

Natasha and I will inspect the alley behind the bar.

Test this theory.

Perhaps there are traces of blood the criminologists didn't find.

- Totally! - Hi everyone!

- Did we miss something? - As always, the best stuff.

Get ready, you're coming with me.

- Where? - Don't ask.

Good luck!

They found the body here.

We already know that. What are we looking for?

Traces of dragging.

A car can't get here. Means the killer took the body out of the trunk

and brought it here. To the bar.

Actually, you were supposed to attend the briefing.

Nobody called us. Although we said we were going for lunch.

- Really? - Yes.

Lunch is supposed to last half an hour.

Can we maybe start working?

Yeah, let's get to work, colleague!

So what do I do?

I don't know. Maybe the benzidine test will help you?

See the red spot? Maybe it's blood.

Can you be more careful? It's a tool, after all.

Give me the bag.

See the blood trail?

Cool!

Just like we thought!

- Just like we thought? - Yes.

Get it all. Go, go.

Wow! This is what I call creative chaos!

What was the name of Ptushko's book?

- Blood scam. - Yeah. Found it.

Listen, make me a copy too. I want to read it.

There's only a backup copy.

Maybe he just didn't like the book and he decided to get rid of it?

You know, like Gogol?

Guys, I beg your pardon. What am I even doing here?

Shouldn't I be at the lab, working at the computer?

You see, we don’t have our own task force at the academy,

so we can't carry out full-on searches.

So when there aren't enough people, we help each other.

Allocate tasks. Something like that.

And your IT skills, mister hacker slash programmer,

are poor, to put it mildly.

Fine. So do you get bonuses for this kind of thing?

Of course. We are the Investigative Committee.

Actually, I bought a car after the last bonus.

- It's true, by the way. - For real?

For real, for real...

Got it.

Looks like our writer had a stalker.

Shurik, take a look.

I think it's a page from Emelyanov's book...

Or Ptushko's... Doesn't matter.

This is from The Death of a Conman. This is from Needless Tragedy.

- For sure! - The letter.

I thought you were a genius, but in truth,

Grigoriy Emelyanov is a porcelain doll.

Smart outside, empty inside.

So my respect for you has broken into small pieces, like a doll.

All these pages are lies, and you are a pathetic scam.

- You are lying to your readers. - Is he a fan?

Also a graphomaniac. What is he talking about?

I think he learned the Ptushko secret.

Check out his signature. TrueMotilev 115.

Motilev. Of course! He's a detective in one of Emelyanov's books.

We should give these letters to Ed. He'll check them for fingerprints.

- Here. - What is this? Drop it!

Did they not teach you to wear gloves?

Sorry. I forgot.

You'll explain Ed what you forgot

and why your fingerprints are all over the evidence.

Here.

No bonus! Here you go.

- What are you doing? - I was working.

Good. Did you make an identikit based on the photos, like I asked you?

Why so aggressive? Here it is.

What's this?

An identikit.

Are you kidding me?

This is Winnie the Pooh, not an identikit! Can you even draw?

Do you think it's easy to draw a portrait of a person

- based just on this? - It should be easy for you!

It's one of your major tasks!

You know, I was never taught this.

By the way, you are, like, my mentor.

You could've helped me. Where have you been?

- I was investigating. - And no one called me. I see.

Listen, when you learn how to do basic things,

they'll totally call you.

What was so complicated that the new guys wouldn't understand?

I checked Ptushko's phone calls.

Ah, I see.

That's why you need to be able to draw faces based on skulls.

You need to be able to use information,

when there's very little.

For example, Ptushko called the publishing house recently.

Emelyanov's editor.

And all the phone numbers are in his notebook.

But there were two unknown numbers.

And he talked for quite a long time.

We don't know who he chatted with!

We must check all unknown numbers.

Why? What will it give us?

Because it can be a very important lead.

He couldn't have talked to strangers for hours.

Get back to the identikit.

Are you sure we didn't come here for nothing

and we'll find this Boris Savichev?

Not. I'm not sure. But we don't have a choice.

We need to talk to the people who called Ptushko.

The first one is on a business trip in England. Can't reach him.

The second is Boris. I couldn't reach him at first.

Then I spoke with his management.

They told me he was on vacation at his summer house.

If it's true, he should be here.

Who are you trying to call?

My wife. She called me but I didn't hear. Now she's not picking up.

Maybe it's not that important if she's not picking up or calling you back?

Maybe.

I'm worried anyway. Especially after that scandal with her bank.

Don't worry, Kirill. I'm sure everything will be fine.

The scandal won't affect Alla.

Besides, Lev Granin doesn't look like a criminal.

I hope so.

- Maybe Arkadiy is right. - About what?

He once told me that I was being too soft.

You know, despite our conflict, I'm still worried about her.

Kirill, I wouldn't call it softness. Alla is the mother of your child.

And on the contrary, I think this is very noble and honest of you,

to keep helping your family despite all your grievances.

- Yes. - Let's go.

Hello! Are you the owner?

I'm the owner of three villas. Cleaning the pool to buy the fourth.

Is Boris Savichev here?

- Boris Mikhalych! - What?

Someone's asking for you!

Hello, Boris Mikhalych! Anastasia Zorina. Investigative Committee.

What do I owe to the Investigative Committee?

Do you know this man?

- I've never seen him before. - Are you sure?

This is Leonid Ptushko. Maybe you talked to him on the phone?

Look closely.

No. I don't recall. I talked to lots of people on the phone.

They call me from work, even when I'm on vacation. Not him though.

You called this man two weeks ago.

I did?

Two weeks ago I came here, to my country house.

Got away from it all, so to speak.

I'm not going anywhere, I'm not calling anyone...

Look here, please. Is this your number?

Yes.

This is a printout of Ptushko's phone calls.

You can see that you called him.

You know, I lost this phone.

Two weeks ago, actually.

Maybe it was stolen?

Maybe. Or maybe it's somewhere at home.

I don't use this number anyway.

They always call a different number for work...

This one is always with me. Can I help you with something else?

I think that's all. thank you.

Listen, I can no longer babysit this moron Stepa.

He doesn't understand anything at all.

- He almost broke my laptop! - Tell me about it.

These two are simply incompetent. And we have to take the rap!

If you behaved like adults, none of this would be happening.

You're now grumbling like your grandpa.

In KGB even secretaries could do a benzidine test.

That's it. I'm out.

Dr. Lemke?

Oh, sorry. Shurik gave me a rec.

Ptushko's detective story. Very compelling. Have you read it?

No, we don't like such stuff.

Do you know where counsellor Zorina is?

I have no idea. She should be here soon. Why?

What? Don't you live together?

Us? What makes you think so?

Well, you're always together and...

OK... Stop.

Why do you need counsellor Zorina?

Right! Yesterday, Oksa and I found this blog of Emelyanov's fan.

His nickname is TrueMotilev 115.

In the blog, he doesn't reveal the whole truth about Ptushko.

But warns viewers that he's preparing some kind of megabomb.

OK, what's his last name?

There's no name. It doesn't say.

But I read the whole blog overnight. Oksa made me.

Ed and I checked the letters for fingerprints.

Some of them belong to Ptushko. Some to Stepan.

Because you can't touch evidence without gloves!

Guilty! Guilty! Let's forget it?

But there are another person's fingerprints.

- Whose? - I don't know.

I do. Pyotr Zuyko.

I checked the IC database. He was arrested a couple of times.

Once - for a fight in a bookstore.

Yes. Someone told him that

Emelyanov sucks and that he can't write. So he got mad.

Emelyanov filed a couple of complaints against him. Zuyko was stalking him.

Wrote him all sorts of letters, drafts for novels. A usual crazy fanatic.

Well done, guys. I'll go call Zorina.

Well done.

What's this? Get to work, interns!

Fingerprints.

I don't know anything. I swear! Go away, please!

What do you mean, "nothing"?

Nothing at all.

I don't want any trouble.

You'll be in trouble if you don't cooperate. Is that clear?!

I see you don't like Gregoriy Emelyanov much?

Why makes you think so? I'm his biggest fan!

Yeah. We can see that.

Listen, I'm not going to tell anyone anything!

Say that to Emelyanov or the publisher or whoever sent you.

The Investigation Committee sent us. Do you see?

IDs can be forged.

Emelyanov is already in prison for one murder.

Whacked his ghost writer.

How do you know that Ptushko was his ghost writer?

I... I watched Emelyanov.

I hacked his mail.

Why?

Because all his recent novels were clearly written by someone else.

It's obvious!

I wanted to publish the whole truth.

Post it in my blog.

And then

I found out that Emelyanov killed Ptushko

and I got scared.

Why makes you so sure Emelyanov killed Ptushko? It's not proven yet.

It makes sense. Who else?

Ptushko knew his secret. Now I do, too.

Stupid, got into this... I...

I also found out about this consultant.

What consultant?

Ex con. Artyom.

Do you know his last name?

No. I was watching Ptushko once.

He went to this cafe. I sat at the table nearby.

Then some guy joined him...

I didn't even take a good look. He was huge.

But I heard their conversation.

This Artyom was telling him

how people behave in prison.

Hello! Hello. Wait a second.

Nastya, this is the owner of the second number,

the one on a business trip in England. Englishman.

Hello.

This is Anastasia Zorina, Investigative Committee. Just a sec.

Blood scam?

I'm reading it too. Thanks for the rec. So compelling.

- I agree. - OK.

Our Englishman also lost his phone. Also at his country house.

But he restored the number. Thanks.

Anastasia Vladimirovna. Do you know if they have a pool?

- Why are you asking? - I have an idea.

We found bromine on Ptushko’s clothes. Right?

Bromine is used as a disinfectant for cleaning pools.

What if this bromine was in the trunk of the killer's car,

then it spilled and got on those clothes?

So you assume that the pool cleaner used the phones?

Maybe. Who knows.

Do you want me to call and find out about the pool?

Yes. OK.

And I'll invite Boris here. Let Arkadiy talk to him.

I'm sorry, Boris. We've already caused you a lot of inconvenience.

It's OK. My vacation is over anyway.

So we can talk.

Do you remember the last time you saw your phone?

My phone...

I had it when I came to the house. Two weeks ago.

Did you have your pool cleaned two weeks ago?

Of course I did. A pool needs to be cleaned regularly.

And the name of the company? Was it Water Surface?

Yes. Water Surface. How do you know about it?

Thing is, you're not the only one.

Someone called Leonid Ptushko from another number,

the owner of which also lost his phone at his country house.

He also used the services of Water Surface.

He had a cleaner named Artyom.

Artyom. I also ask for him every time.

Great guy. Funny and...

Wait!

Artyom asked for my phone to call someone.

But him stealing it... I don't think so.

Unfortunately, the facts suggest otherwise.

Yeah. He seemed a decent man.

He did! It happens! Thanks for your help!

Anytime. I'll be in Moscow for a while.

- OK. Take care! - Bye!

Sorry... May I?

Of course, Oksa.

Doc, I called the company where Artyom works.

Learned a lot of interesting stuff. Turns out, he did time.

- Really! For what? - Robbery.

3 years. Released one year ago.

- Really? Artyom's address? - Here you go.

Thanks. Good job.

He's not answering his phone. He didn't show up at work.

Maybe he's at home.

- Let's check. - OK.

Wait.

Mom, I'm sorry. I killed Leonid Ptushko.

I didn't mean to. He conned me.

But I won't go back to prison. I'd rather die.

Strange way to commit suicide.

Shurik, you'll be surprised, but it happens more often than you think.

- Look. - What is it?

Traces of blood. Looks like paws.

So our only witness is a cat.

- Great! - Where is it?

How do I know? It probably escaped.

Shurik, Ed, get on it. Let me.

Shurik, the tools. Hurry up!

Powder, mask, brushes, pliers, pincers, bag, give it here.

Come on, come on.

Shurik and Ed checked Artyom's van.

There was bromine on the floor in the cargo compartment.

We also found bromine in Ptushko’s blood.

So Artyom is our killer.

I didn't find signs of violence on the body.

- He just committed suicide. - No. There must be something else.

There's nothing. The case solved itself.

That's what feels weird!

Something's wrong. It's too easy.

Nastya, you're tired. Get some rest, read a book.

I don't have time for books.

Too bad! By the way, I'm reading

Ptushko's unpublished detective story. Fascinating.

I don't read detective stories. I have enough in real life.

Nastya. Have some rest.

Fine, Kirill. I gotta go.

I'll go through the case files thoroughly.

Oh, hard worker...

- Oh, Nastya? Good morning! - Morning.

Didn't expect to see you so early.

I didn't leave. I was reading.

Really? Oh! Decided to try?

Page-turner, I know. I couldn't put it down half the night myself.

It's not a masterpiece...

But it reminds me of this case

the Investigative Committee had about 5 years ago.

I wasn't on it myself. But I heard a lot about it.

It was on TV a lot.

Maybe a coincidence?

150 pages of coincidences?

- Yes. - Anyway,

the main character is a detective.

He investigates the murder of a millionaire who went bankrupt.

At first everyone thinks it was an accident.

But the protagonist gets to the bottom of the truth.

Turns out, the former millionaire

was killed by his wife and her lover, a pool cleaner...

So wife is the killer? Nastya, why did you tell me?

Sorry. I didn't know you hadn't finished it.

So is this a real story?

To be honest, Kirill, I don't remember the details.

So I'll go to the IC and dig in the archives.

You and the team, please examine Artyom's body again. Thanks.

Yeah...

Unfortunately, this is all we have on this case.

So it's true?

- Ptushko wrote a real story? - Looks like.

But in real life no genius

solved this mystery.

So how did it go in real life?

A bankrupt millionaire Gennadiy Bokov slipped,

hit his head, fell into the pool and drowned.

And there really was an investigation.

His wife Alina was a suspect. But she wasn't proven guilty.

All charges were dropped. The investigation stopped.

And another very important fact.

After his death, Alina received a fairly large sum.

Insurance.

- Is it Alina? - Yes.

Olya and I saw her in the line at the bookstore.

On the day of Emelyanov’s arrest.

Wait. How did she know about Ptushko's book?

The only copy was on his computer.

A backup copy. Someone deleted it. The novel and all the drafts.

This is another question we have no answer to, unfortunately.

Actually, we only have guesses. Nothing more.

- And streaming nuclei. - And what?

Ed and I studied the scratches on Artyom’s neck

and found streaming nuclei in the tissue.

It means this area was subjected to electric shock.

So he was forced to write the note first...

Then they electrocuted him and put a bag over his head.

Yes. But the electric shock device must be powerful enough

to knock out such a big man.

If the power of this electric shock device is more than 3 watts,

it must be registered.

So we can check whether

Alina Bokova had such a device. Oksa, get to it.

Also! According to the book,

the insidious wife hired a pool cleaner,

who used to be her classmate. They had a whirlwind romance.

Well, then there was a whirlwind breakup.

Yes. I remember that. When he came to clean their pool,

the old flame rekindled.

Anyway, there's no point finishing the book now.

I can find out where Alina and Artyom studied.

Will this nightmare ever end?..

You didn't torture me enough 5 years ago?..

Sorry. Unfortunately, I don't know what was done to you 5 years ago.

I want to talk to you about another case.

What case?

Do you know a man named Artyom Karavayev?

No.

Are you sure?

Maybe this photo will help refresh your memory?

You studied in the same class.

Yeah, we had an Artyom... Tyomka. But we didn't talk.

I could've forgotten.

- So you don't know that he's dead? - Dead?

Yes. Unfortunately. Suicide.

- Do you have a shocking device? - A shocking device?

According to the documents, you do. And you bought it recently.

It's a taser, not a shocking device.

And yes, I bought it for safety reasons.

But I haven't used it yet.

Do you know Leonid Ptushko?

Was he also in my class?

No. He's a writer. Pretty good and famous.

He wrote an interesting book. It hasn't been published yet.

But we had a chance to read it.

Anyway, in this book, he describes a case very similar to yours.

What do you mean?

A woman and her lover,

former classmate, kill her husband for his money.

God knows what this scribbler wrote!

My husband was an influential man. They wrote about him all the time.

Especially about his death. I was on the news.

And this Pashko could've seen the news...

- Ptushko. - Ptushko, Pashko - who cares?!

He saw the news and got inspired.

And in his book he put everything in his own way.

If you're innocent, you'll allow us to get your DNA sample, right?

Please. I have nothing to hide!

You sucked me dry, so another drop of blood won't make a difference.

We don't need your blood. We need your saliva.

If the plot of the book is not made up, it's clear why

Ptushko insisted that they give him back his book.

He described a real case. Maybe it was Artyom who told him everything.

Yes. If the book would've been popular, and it would have,

considering Emelyanov’s popularity, someone would've noticed the connection.

Yes. Exactly. Even I remembered this story from the news.

An investigation would've begun. They surely would've gotten to Ptushko.

And Ptushko would've turned in Artyom and Alina.

But since Artyom is gone, we can't get close to Alina.

She's not necessarily lying. We only have the taser

and the scarf, with which they wiped the blade of the knife.

By the way, Alina was wearing a silk scarf. But it's not enough.

I agree, it's not enough. But we have to keep digging.

Perhaps she left something in Artyom's apartment.

She's not a professional killer, after all.

She couldn't have thought of everything.

- Oh, how beautiful! - Shoot!

- Why did you do it? - Kids.

Here's our kitty.

Looks like he's our only witness.

And I don't think he'll start talking anytime soon.

- So let's look for evidence. - Oh, what a beautiful kitty.

Poor thing, lost his owner.

- Are you an animal lover? - Yes. Oh...

Look. This is blood.

We'll check. Remember how it's done?

Benzidine, of course, I remember.

Yeah.

He might not be able to talk, but he'll tell us a lot.

We'll see. Your paw...

Can we keep him? He doesn't have an owner anymore.

Do you live together?

I wanna keep him. He's such a cutie pie!

What do you got, Ed?

I ran a DNA test. The blood on the cat's paws belongs to a woman.

I compared it with Alina's DNA - 100% match.

I think this will be enough to arrest Alina.

OK. I'll go tell Nastya.

We searched your apartment and found this.

Yes. This is my taser. And this is a gun from my husband's collection.

Yes. There's a one-centimeter layer of dust on this collection though.

And the gun is clean. As if it was cleaned recently.

I wanted to clean and sell this garbage. Started to clean the gun.

It almost fired. I got scared and didn't come near the weapons anymore.

We found your blood on it.

- I probably cut myself. - Or someone scratched you.

- A cat, for example. - I don't have a cat.

No. But Artyom did!

How do you explain the fact that

we found your blood in Artyom's apartment?

You couldn't have found my blood in Artyom's apartment.

Because I've never been there.

We found blood on the cat's paws.

DNA test confirmed that it's yours.

What does that prove?

It proves that you've been in Artyom's apartment.

Besides, we have other evidence pointing to you.

Like this taser and Leonid Ptushko's book.

What do you mant me to say?

I want an honest confession.

To the murders of Artyom Karavayev and Leonid Ptushko.

Are you trying to pin a murder on me? Found a scapegoat?

No. I just want justice.

We have two bodies.

Three, including your husband. All the evidence points to you.

And you have every chance to get jail time for all three.

If Artyom were alive, he would be able to confirm

that you didn't kill Leonid. But unfortunately...

I didn't kill Ptushko. It was Artem. He killed him.

For what? Because the publishers wanted to publish the book?

Yes. Ptushko and I met after his conversation with Emelyanov.

Ptushko said that the publishing house was going to sue him.

That he didn't need problems and we had to take care of it ourselves.

Before I knew it, Artyom stabbed him.

So you and Artyom decided to set up Emelyanov?

Planted the knife in his car.

Then deleted the book from Ptushko's computer.

It was Artyom.

Artyom didn't think of one thing.

That all backup files are saved on a computer.

Well, he was stupid.

Then Artyom saw you when he was cleaning Boris Savichev's pool.

He told you everything. You got scared because you didn't trust him.

Because there were no feelings between you. Right?

I didn't want to kill him!

But he said that if he got caught, he would blame everything on me.

Then you came to his place...

Forced him to write the note at gunpoint.

Then tased him and put a bag over his head.

You'd never get to the truth if it weren't for this cat.

I never liked him.

Anyway, there's this awesome ground here.

I'll show you a couple of stunts. Your mind will be blown, man.

Awesome! Let's start there!

OK, man! By the way, why didn't your dad come with us?

He's working. So that Zorina can rest.

Fedya, let's sit down on a bench. Put on the roller skates.

Here. Need help?

No. When are we going home?

Why would we go home? Look how nice it is! We'll walk, roller-skate...

Your dad will only get off in 2 hours.

It's boring. I'm sick of it.

- Do you want an ice cream? - Ice cream? I do! Vanilla!

- Chocolate for me, please! - And you, Fedya?

I don't care.

Olya!

Keep an eye on Fedya please. I'll be back soon.

OK!

Hey. I'm cool!

- Fedya, where are you going? - Wait a second.

- Come on. Leave the boy alone. - OK.

Let him talk. He's probably being shy.

Fine. Listen, what was that stunt that you did?

- Which one? - I don't know, the one you did.

- Back flips. - Interesting! Will you teach me?

Yes.

- Olya! Shurik! Where is Fedya? - Right here.

He was just here. He went...

- He's here! - He was talking on the phone...

"Here" where? Kirill is going to kill me.

Fedya! Fedya!

Yes.

Kirill, we have an emergency! We were walking in the park. Fedya...

What happened?

Fedya is gone. We can't find him anywhere.

I'm on my way!

- Have you found him? - No. Once again.

Where did you last see him?

Right here. He was with us, talking on the phone with his friend.

- Did you ask the park security? - Yes. Shurik is on it.

OK. What friend? Remember the name?

No. He just said hi to him.

I have some of his friends' phone numbers.

Maybe they know something. Damn! Why is he unavailable?

Kirill, just don't worry. Everything will be OK.

I called the police, they are looking for him.

Damn.

What happened? Where is my son?!

Alla, don't worry. Alla.

Don't tell me not to worry! How could you leave him with strangers?

Alla, please, don't worry.

They saw him at the store. He bought a cola.

If something happens to my child, you will regret it.

Alla, please don't... Fedya is available!

Hello.

Fedya! Why aren't you picking up?

Mitya who? Tell me the address...

I'm on my way. No games! Got it? He's at his friend's.

I forbid you to touch my son. Understand?

I'm sorry. I'll go with her. I also want to talk to my son.

Alla.

I'm taking Fedya today.

- Sorry. - It's OK, Olya.