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Damn,
this whole stairway stinks!

Perhaps a dog died or something.
And the owners are away.

Nah, I know him. Guy's alright.
Maybe it was him who died.

We need to get through the door, then.

Damn, what a great day. That idiot
always calls me, and now this...

Keep going, keep going, I'm listening.
An idiot, you say?

Oh, no, no.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean you.

I've worked as a school
teacher for 20 years.

Not one rascal called me an
idiot, unlike you. What a shame.

And this rogue...
I've been his teacher since first grade.

Well, don't just stand here.
Open the door, come on.

Academia

Galina Sumina

Maksim Bityukov

Elizaveta Lotova, Aleksandr
Konstantinov, Vladimir Yumatov

Aleksandr Yatsko, Igor Yurtayev,
Eric Yaralov

Academia

Good morning, colleagues!

- Good morning!
- Good morning!

We got a new case. Two very similar
murders. Shot in the head with a shotgun.

That's rough.

They found the 2nd victim this morning,
Lobanov instantly gave us the case.

Shurik and Artur went to
the crime scene already.

They will bring us the first body
soon, I really want you to look at it.

Thanks.

- Hi, Lesha.
- Hi. Well, you see?

Yeah, I do.

Looks like some kind of a porridge.

Porridge, porridge.

Shurik, come here, please. What's this?

I don't know.

Looks like some telephone parts.

Yeah, some of them are next to his head.

There's not much of a head left, though.

Maybe they shot him while
he was on the phone.

Look.

Buckshots. Buckshots.

They used buckshots.

That's how they blew his head
to pieces and broke his phone.

I see. Shurik, take all these...
these parts.

What's this?

Shurik, why does a young man
have so many stuffed animals?

No idea. Maybe he lived with a girlfriend.

First victim's name is Monin.
They found his body in some alley.

The cause of death was
a headshot from up close.

There are evident powder
burns on his body.

Gunpowder and some sort of oil. And then
we extracted the buckshots from the body.

As far as the physical
condition of the victim...

His arms and legs are covered
in abscesses and needle marks.

The test showed heroin use.

Our citizen Monin was
an experienced junkie.

I think his death was gang-related.

Didn't pay for a dose, perhaps.

Well, Monin had the dose.

Or, rather, a few doses.

I'll ask Shurik to
figure this out.

- What about that other victim?
- They'll bring his body soon...

I'll look into the junkie theory.

It seems that Eremeev was also a junkie.
Here's his phone.

Well, what's left of his phone.
Monin had no phone on him.

Looks like the killer took it.
Gotta ask Oksa to check his calls.

We need to find out who did the
deceased talk to before his death.

Alright, I'll ask her.

To shoot a man in the head,
blow his skull to bits...

You need nerves of steel to do that.
Or damaged nerves.

No signs of resistance.
,

Which means the victims didn't
run, didn't fight.

The killer just walked to them
and shot them in the head.

In the head. Right in the head.
That speaks volumes.

You can kill a man just by
shooting him in the heart.

Shooting him in the head
while looking him in the eyes

is more difficult psychologically.
For a normal person.

You are assuming some sort of disorder?

Either that or it was personal.
Revenge, maybe.

That's when a killer murders
his victim especially brutally.

Look, this is Eremeev's apartment.

Quite a weird hobby for a young bachelor.

Yeah, agreed.

What does PCR ins PCR Analysis stand for?

Ah, Progressive Computer Resonant Analysis.

What? It's polymerase chain reaction.

You don't know what that is?

- I do.
- What?

What is the polymerase chain reaction?
How does it happen?

How does the polymerase chain
reaction happen? Answer me!

Get up!

Answer.

Natasha, what's wrong?

Quit it.

Alright, I got mad. It happens.
That was your fault.

Whatever, you don't know about PCR...

Alright, calm down.
Stop crying. I'll explain it.

It's not that difficult.
PCR analysis is...

That's not it.

What's wrong then?

- I like you.
- Great!

I see you found a use
for our intern already.

- Oksa, you got it all wrong.
- What's going on here?

- Nothing.
- Oksa, wait! Don't go!

The cause of death is clear.

Same buckshots,
same powder burns.

Same oil traces.

Did you learn what that oil is, Shurik?

Yeah, thanks.
Engine oil with a high oxide content.

Some spent engine oil, basically.

Where did the oil come from?

Maybe the killer had a special bullet?

The wad is soaked in oil.

No, it's just a
regular factory-made wad.

By the way, I tested the
substance Monin was hiding.

- Yeah, so?
- That's heroin.

It's pretty dirty though, cut with starch.
What's with Eremeev?

He was a junkie, just like Monin, right?

No, he was healthy. No pathologies.

I don't see the connection, then.

Alright. Oksa, did you check his calls?

Yeah, I talked to his phone company.
Here's Monin's list.

It's a bit more difficult with Eremeev.

They gave me his number,
but he hadn't used it in a year.

No way he lived a year without making calls.
Maybe he used someone else's phone?

In any case,
we got what's left of his phone.

There should be a SIM-card.

But there is no SIM-card...

I think the killer took it.

Trying to cover his tracks by
taking his victims' phones.

So we won't be able to
find his phone number?

Well, there's one option...

One chip is still intact.
It has IMEI on it.

What's that?

That's a unique phone code.

It transmits data to a mobile operator when
the phone is registered in the network.

Got nothing to do
with a SIM-card.

So if we contact the operator
and give them this code...

They'll help us learn what
number did this IMEI connect to.

Good job, Oksa.
Keep working on Eremeev's contacts.

We'll work on Monin.

The day he was killed
he talked to 3 people.

Let's start with them.

And if Nastya lets Rotkin
talk to one of them,

we'll have time to
question them all today.

Well, let's get to work.

So, Yuri Viktorovich...

You called mr. Monin at
13:36 the day he died.

- What for?
- I called him?

Young man, I suggest you
to stop fooling around.

The man you called,
mr. Monin, was found dead.

You risk getting under suspicion.

I didn't kill him. Maybe I did call him.

To, well... you know...

- Show me your arm, please.
- What for?

This one. I want to look at your veins.

If you don't show them willingly,
I'll call a guy who'll help you do it.

Well, is this enough?

- Yes, thanks.
- I'm an addict.

So what? I do it quietly,
mind my own business.

I ain't selling. Monya, he was selling.

Your friend Monya was selling drugs?

He wasn't my friend.
Normally I didn't even buy from him.

I really needed a dose this time.
He used to cut it.

Sold it as if it was clean.
That's why he got clapped.

Possibly.

Do you own a gun?

Is this a joke? I wouldn't pass a medical.
I can't even drive a car.

- Do you know this person?
- No.

- Leonid Nikolaevich Baibakov?
- That's right.

From what I understand, you are DEA?

That's correct.

- Why did you call Monin?
- No comments.

What do you mean no comments?
Refusing to answer me?

This is operational information.
Ask my higher-ups.

Make an official
request, be my guest.

Do you think that would be productive?

Delaying the investigation
with these formalities.

How should I put it, I don't care about
your problems. An official request.

Alrigh, if you say so.
Do you own any smooth-bore weapons?

Yeah, I do.

I'll need it for forensic expertise.

I got a horizontal Benelli
and a Browning shotgun.

Do you know how much a
tiny scratch will cost you?

Expensive rifles, right?
You're making a good living?

I was saving up.

Do you know this person?

No.

Fine.

Leonid Nikolaevich, I think we're
going to see each other again.

And I am taking
your guns for sure.

- Yes.
- Can I come in?

Oh, come in, have a seat.

- Vladimir Petrovich Skubin?
- Yes.

- A plumber.
- Yes.

Vladimir Petrovich, last Thursday at 15:08
you called Vitaliy Vasilievich Monin.

At 15:08.

- Yeah, I did.
- What for?

Well, to get into his apartment.

What do you mean by that?

I was in front of his door.
I knocked, no one answered.

Thank god, he gave me his phone number.
I called him.

He called me to change the washers.

I called him, he told me he couldn't
come because of some urgent business.

I got mad and left. Spent half a day there.

That's it. I blacklisted his number.

Can someone confirm that you visited him?

Oh, there was a woman sitting downstairs.

- A consierge?
- Yeah.

Alright. Vladimir Petrovich,
do you know this person?

No.

In that case, there's no further questions.
You can go, thanks.

Goodbye.

I found Eremeev's real number.

I'll check if he and
Monin had common contacts.

Yes, fine.
Me and doc talked to those three.

So, first one is a young junkie.

Lives with his parents.
He definitely might kill for a dose.

But we didn't find any guns.

Then we have a plumber, Skubin.
He doesn't own any guns either.

But he did call our victim
about some repairs.

Third one is a DEA operative Baibakov.

2 years ago he was transferred
to Narcotics from the committee.

There was a scandal
involving corruption.

In the end, nothing was proved.

That explains why he was
so hostile towards me.

Got it! This number is
for checking balance.

There's one number registered
to an individual. Here it is.

This is Babaikov's number.

That's weird.
Babakov claimed he didn't know Eremeev.

At least now I'll be able
to talk to him again.

He'll bring his expensive rifles tomorrow.

Rifles?

Since when are you interested in rifles?

I thought you only loved bugs.

I'm a man first, then a biologist.

- Really?
- Yes. Are you doubting me?

Ed, what is this thing you are holding?

- An oil filter?
- Yes, I bought it for my car.

I wan't to look at... Damn.

Oksa, can you go online
and find out if its

possible to make a silencer
using an oil filter?

Ah, sure.

There's some video... Wait. Here.

Looks like the secret's out.

This is why no one
heard the gunshots,

and the victims' faces
were covered in oil.

Because the killer made a silencer
using an oil filter.

I'll be damned.

- Yes.
- Good morning.

Morning. Come in.

Well, here you go.

Check them. But I'm warning you...

If there's even a tiny scratch on
them, you're in serious trouble.

Let's discuss your problems first.
Have a seat.

Do you know this person?

I told you I don't know him.

4 days ago, on Friday,
you talked to him on the phone.

On that same day he was killed with
a buckshot from a smooth-bore rifle.

The day before that mr. Monin was killed.

You talked to him on the phone
shortly before his death as well.

That's an unusual coincidence, right?

Wait a second. A phone...

What phone?

You talked to him at this number.

Let's see...

- Yeah, I did.
- So you did talk to him.

I had him investigated.
Then his phone disappeared.

Our guys couldn't even find it's location.
And now you...

That means Cotton was killed. A pity.

Listen, I need to take
a look at his apartment.

I'm the one investigating Eremeev's murder.

Are you going to write an
official request or cooperate?

Enough, I give up.

I'll send my man with you
to Eremeev's apartment.

That's all for today.

- I'll contact you.
- Great.

- Thanks for your cooperation.
- Not at all.

Fine, Anastasia Vladimirovna. Goodbye.

Hi.

Hi. Well, we searched everywhere
and didn't find anything.

You didn't know what to look for.

Could you explain
what you mean by that?

- Here it is. Look.
- Oh...

That's why they called him Cotton.

That's a popular anonymous
drug distribution channel.

They put the dope in a stuffed animal
and then send it by mail or by taxi.

That's neat.

We're going to analyze
this substance in our lab.

- So you should join us.
- Sure.

- I'll be waiting, then.
- Right, right.

Cool. Look, the color and the
granules size also match.

- And the chemical composition too.
- Yeah, except for the starch.

The starch is understandable.

It's just that Eremeev was
selling pure dope wholesale.

And Monin would cut it with starch and
make single sales on the streets.

So you got to Monin through Eremeev?

Yes.

But Eremeev is also a small fish.

I need a supply chain.
And we hit a dead end here.

Well, there's one more lead.

Cotton said he was expecting
a batch from some Murzilka guy.

A nickname?

Probably. I checked every database, though.

There are no criminals with this nickname.

Listen, I think I can
develop an algorythm...

I'll compare every
criminal's data and if I

see a slightest hint
of that Murzilka guy...

We'll get a result.

That would help a lot.

Listen, do you think Anastasia will
agree to lend me her specialists?

- Well, if you ask her nicely.
- Got it.

- Kirill, are you going to lunch?
- Yeah, I'll take a walk.

Let's go together?

Nastya, I'm sorry...

I'm meeting with Alla.
We need to discuss Fedya's issues.

- I see.
- Quiet, quiet.

Don't get upset.

We have the whole evening ahead of us.
And the night too, if you let me.

Yeah?

Alright, now go. See you.

See you.

Go.

I wanted to talk to you about Fedya.

I want you to influence him somehow.
As a father.

Interesting,
since when do you need my fatherly

qualities that you
always questioned?

Kirill, let's not go back to the past.

Let's try to keep a normal relationship.

I've got enough problems with
Lev right now, and Fedya...

What's with Fedya? Something wrong?

Everything is wrong. He's doing
terrible at school, talking back.

I can't wake him up or put him to bed,
he's overexcited, his eyes are red.

So what are you hinting at?

Last night on my way home I saw some
boys, younger than Fedya.

They were sniffing glue from a bag.

You think that Fedya...

I don't know what to think.

You know how it is between the
divorce, new friends, new school...

It always happen so suddenly.
All the indications are there.

Stop overthinking it.

I'm sure Fedya isn't
interested in these things.

But I will talk to him.

I'll talk to him.

Gotta go.

I see that it's done, Oksa?

Yeah, it's done.

Look, there are 23 names here...

Every one of them can be Murzilka.

- Murzilka...
- Hey... Stop.

I understand Murzin, Karamurza, Teimurazov.

The names sound similar.
What about Pahomov?

Pahomov used to work as a
security guard in Murzilka cafe.

There's his file there.

There's another one who used
to work in Murzilka magazine.

He decided to branch out and
started making counterfeit money.

And how did you find them all, Oksa?

It's so much work!

Our task is to create an algorythm.
Computers are working, we are thinking.

Something happened, dr. Lemke?

My wife thinks that our son is
sniffing some glue or something.

Damn!

She said his eyes are always
red and he's absent-minded.

Can you take his hair
without him noticing?

I'll check it. If it's
methylbenzene glue I'll find out.

I won't be spying on him for
now, just...

I'll just talk to him man to man. Alright,
Shurik, I'm taking the subway. Bye.

As you wish.

Oksa... I'm glad to be
working with such an expert.

But I do think that you're an expert in...
other areas.

Excuse me?

Ah, sorry, the most important thing.
I've always admired you as a woman.

God, this is rubbish.

Wait a second!

For some time I've been
meaning to tell you that...

Ed, honey. Shouldn't you
be glad for our new couple?

- What?
- Are you guys completely insane?

I see you are bored.
Here, clean some test tubes.

Go ahead.

Tell me, where can I read about PCR?

In the library.

Alright, son, it's my turn now.

Mom said you've been going out.
What are you doing?

I'm not doing anything.
Just going out with the boys.

- With the boys. Who are these boys?
- Just some guys.

Do they teach you bad things?

- What things?
- I don't know, sniffing something...

Dad, I'm not hurting anyone.

As for the rest, it's nobody's business.

Just leave me alone.

Your jacket!

Son, you forgot your jacket!

Shurik, could you test
it for methylbenzene?

Can you do it?

- Is this Fedya's?
- Yes, Fedya's.

What about trusting your family?
You said that...

Alright, give it back.

I'm sorry,
that shouldn't concern me.

I'll do it nice and quick. Promise.

I'm sorry, doc.
Did your son get hooked on drugs?

Listen, Oksa, stay out of it.
I don't know anything.

Do it.

Hey, I don't normally do that, but I can
hack his e-mail and check it, if you want.

You might find something useful there.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Colleagues, I talked to the DEA.

Babaikov's charges were
completely withdrawn.

He did talk to the victims,
but only during the investigation.

So now we just have to
talk to those two,

who were communicating
with Monin and Eremeev.

We had that junkie Yuri
and a plumber named Skubin.

It could be Yuri.
He had no money, went to Monin...

Started threatening him with a
gun, demanding drugs.

Monin send Yuri to Eremeev,
but before going to see him,

he killed Monin.

He wasn't able to find drugs, since they
were hidden in the stash. In the belt.

But he didn't call him.

No. We checked his phone records.

Alright, let's move on. Yuri went
to Eremeev and killed him as well.

Yeah, the things addicts do for a dose...

He didn't find the dope at
Eremeev's place either. How sad.

It's Baibakov.

Yeah, I'm listening.
Sure, I'm on my way.

They found Murzilka.

Shurik, get on with it.

I'll bring you the results later.

Hello, Anastasia Vladimirovna.

Hello.

Here, take a look. A familiar picture?

Yeah, same method.
Shot with a shotgun?

Looks like it.

But honestly, this house doesn't look
like a major drug dealer's place.

It seems that Murzilka was just a mule.

He brought Eremeev drugs from
some serious distributor.

And another dead end...

- Time of death?
- About 3 days ago.

Yeah? You mean to say that
when we found Eremeev's body,

someone already blew Murzilka's head off?
Looks like they used a silencer, too.

Because the neighbours
didn't hear anything.

Yeah, the killer is too far ahead of us.

- Have you seen these?
- Yeah, he left some stains.

Looks like they are
coming from the bathroom.

That means that the killer
was initially there.

Then he left the bathroom,
entered this room and killed him.

So Murzilka let him in and
showed him the bathroom?

- Possibly.
- Maybe they were friends.

That's a possibility.
We need to talk to the neighbours.

I didn't see any plumbers.
There was no water, yes.

But when we called a housing worker, he
came here and the water was running again.

- Thank you for the information.
- Are you suspecting anything?

I'm not sure yet. But imagine this:

a plumber turns the water
off and rings your doorbell.

There's no water,
I need to fix it.

Murzilka takes him to his bathroom.

And he got a disassembled gun with him.
Possibly a sawn-off shotgun.

Possibly.

The killer makes all the preparations,
loads the gun, puts the silencer on.

Then he leaves the bathroom and
puts the gun to Murzilka's head.

Demands to tell him the distributor's
address, presses the trigger after that.

God, I'm so sorry. You can go now.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

A second.

Hi, Oksa...

Do you remember that plumber, Skubin?
I think he's our killer.

I don't know why he did it yet.

Find out his location, track his cell.

And talk to dr. Rotkin,
he was the one questioning him.

One more thing, study his autobiography.

We need to understand his motive.

Yes, thanks a lot. Be seeing you.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

It's possible that the next
victim is already dead.

And we don't know where to look for them.
Although...

Pay attention.

He was writing something
when he was killed.

Yeah, I noticed that already.

He really enjoyed taking
notes on pieces of paper.

Look, there are so many.

But how will we know what he
wrote before dying? Another one.

You know what?

Take all these notes and
bring them to our lab.

We'll try and find out.

- Will do.
- Thanks.

Well, what you got?

Alright, so the plumber's phone is
off, it's not pinging.

I've decided to get into FMS' database

and find all his relatives: his
family, kids, etc.

That's great. Found anything interesting?

Yeah, found his uncle.
He lives in Vladimir oblast.

There's a gun registered to him.
It's a backwoods village, though...

I won't be able to find
much information on it.

Well that's already something.
So he could've taken a gun from his uncle?

Is there anything about drugs there?
Any relatives doing time for them?

No, nothing.
No criminals in the family, no priors.

He got a son, doubt it's important.

How is it not important? A son?

He told me he lives alone, no family.

I made my conclusions
about him based on that.

Alright then, maybe I can look
in the registry office database.

Hold on. We're interested in births...

Births...

Marriages, marriages, deaths...

Skubin's son died. He wasn't lying to you.

Find out, when.

It happened 2 weeks ago.

His death was registered at
the 22nd chronic hospital.

Alright, if this is all the information,

we'll try to learn something
in the 22nd hospital.

- Good, thank you.
- You're welcome.

I'm sure it's that exact newspaper.

What are you arguing about?

I found out what newspaper Murzilka
was writing on before dying.

There are still doubts. I found traces
of printing ink on his left hand.

Some particles stuck to his sweaty hand.

I asked Shurik to analyze them.

I analyzed them. Different newspapers
use different types of ink.

It's obvious that before death he
had his left hand on this newspaper.

He was writing on it.

Can't be that sure. Tell him about the ink.

There's a problem with the ink.
On most notes the ink is rather old.

And he never used the
same ink that was used here.

What if he had his hand on one
newspaper, while writing on another one?

No. No. No one does that.

Look, let's re-enact these events.

The pen. The pen. You hold the paper
with your left hand when you write.

To stop it from moving.
That's a very natural thing.

There's another theory.

There is some text here. Can't read it
without my glasses. Take a look, Shurik.

Damn, an invisible address...

Sokolova street, 11.

Seems like it's quite simple.

The killer put his gun to Murzilka's head,

made him write this address, tore the
piece of paper off and took it.

Obviously, there were some ink
traces left on the next page.

This makes some sense.

In any case, gotta check the address.

Kirill, I forgot to tell you

that Skubin's son died in
the hospital 2 weeks ago.

We need to go there,
figure out the circumstances.

But I'm really busy,
can you go instead of me?

I can go to the hospital and
ask Nastya to check the address.

Great. Fine, keep working.

Vasiliy Skubin...

- Yeah, a real tragedy. Sepsis.
- Sepsis?

Yep. In simple words, blood poisoning.

No need for simple
words, I'm a doctor.

That's one of the main causes
of death among heroin addicts.

Right?

Thank you, Valya.

Yes, colleague, you are right.

The kid had been suffering from
an addiction for quite some time.

He did pills at first.
We managed to revive him.

Then he decided to try heroin.
And this is the result.

A dirty needle, infection,
came here too late...

That's just how it goes.
Kids start sniffing glue at 8 nowadays.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Didn't his father look after him?

I feel sorry for him.

Vasiliy's habits really wore him out.

He was screaming that he would
find and kill all these drug dealers.

Yes, Kirill. I understand. Fine.

No, it's alright. We're here,
getting ready for the operation. Yeah, bye.

A biosupplements production
facility is registered here.

If your plumber got the right
address from Murzilka...

It's possible these
biosupplements are just a cover.

It might be that lab I was
looking for for so long.

- For now it's just an assumption.
- For now. I'm going to find out.

Who's there?

It's Boris. I'm from Murzilka.

What Boris? We weren't expecting anyone.

It's fine if he's with us.
If not, just clap him. Open it.

Who are you?

Guys, Murzilka told me
I could cop some H here.

I'm a serious client. I'll buy a lot.

He's real shady.
Search him, I'll bring the boss.

- Boss!
- The boss is here.

Did Red send you?

- Murzilka?
- His hair isn't that red.

Why didn't he come himself?
Didn't even call us.

I have no idea. Maybe he's ill.

So ill he can't answer the phone?

Only the dead don't answer my calls.
Get rid of him.

Guys, guys, but I just...

No shooting inside!

Try and do it clean, imbecile.

Just strangle him. Use a wire.

You got a wire?

Guys, guys, I just wanted to
get some H from you. To get some!

Quiet! Shut up!

Well, Anastasia Vladimirovna...

That's the lab. The one I told you about.

We found another one.
He was in the basement near the pipes.

In the basement?
That's understandable, he's a plumber.

Vladimir Petrovich, did you kill
Monin, Eremeev and Murzakov?

Oh, so hot in here.
How were they managing without AC?

Vladimir Petrovich, did you really expect
to kill these armed gangsters? How?

- Don't drink it!
- What are you doing, scum?!

- It's poisoned.
- What do you mean?

Rat poison.
I put it into the water main.

Shurik, did you test the hair? Shurik!

Ah, hair. Yes, I did. It's clean.

Dr. Lemke, I also did some work.

I read Fedya's mail and
learned where he hangs out.

- Where?
- In a video game.

It's called Battle Com.
Real popular right now.

He got his own character and
he spends a lot of time there.

He plays on someone else's PC.
Maybe one of his friends'.

I see. Alla doesn't let him play,
that's why his eyes are red.

Thank god he doesn't do
drugs, but this is also bad.

He spends so much time there.
His character is pretty high level, too.

I can get on that server
and reset his progress.

He's not likely to start over, right?

Don't, I'll talk to him.
At least now I know what to talk about.

Every relationship should be based on
trust, right? Nastya's not back yet?

No, she's at the IC,
questioning the suspect.

You must understand,
I had no other choice.

I had to get the kid out. I tried
everything. You hear me? Everything...

I took him to doctors,
to some old witches...

He would always go back to
it, always go back.

He was a great student,
getting straight A's.

He just lacked,
I don't know, willpower.

But that's my fault.

I never had time to look after
him, didn't talk to him much.

And when he got hooked...

It was over, one thing led to another.

But why kill them? There's law.

The ones we got today
will surely go to prison.

I don't believe you. I just don't.

They'll pay.

Even if not, they'll just go to jail.

That won't bring my son back...

Nothing will bring my son back!
You understand me?! I'm sorry.

Listen to me. It's might sound very
rough, but it's the truth.

You lost your son,
I understand you perfectly.

But by revenging him,
you became a killer yourself.

You lowered yourself to the level of
those who got your son addicted to drugs.

And most importantly, you didn't break
this vicious circle, there will be others.

I'll deal with them too.

I'll do my time,
get out and deal with them.

I really hope you are
going to rethink your life.

Because unfortunately,
you will have a lot of time to do so.

Honestly, Nastya,
I liked you immediately.

- Honestly, Kirill, I didn't like you.
- Yeah? Why?

First, you were too serious.

U-huh.

- Secondly, you are kinda clumsy.
- Interesting.

And thirdly, you're always
mumbling something to yourself.

I don't understand
what you are saying.

Yeah. Yeah.

Something troubles you, Kirill?

No, last couple days were pretty difficult.
I was worked up about Fedya.

And the case is so similar.

That man also ignored his son
once, and this is what it led to.

Don't worry, Kirill.
Don't forget, he's at a difficult age.

Plus your family situation is complicated.
It will get better.

I promise.

Yeah. Alright. Time to go.

Kirill, why don't you stay?

Forever?

- I'm joking. I better go.
- Kirill.

I'm not joking, I'm serious.

Can you stay? Forever.

What about Olya?

What about her? Olya won't mind.

Oh well, I agree.