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Rouble is a special currency.

You can't do without it in the leap year.

- What? - You may have it.

But people rebel against it. Do you understand?

Here, take it! You may have it and you may give it...

Thanks.

AKADEMIA

Galina Sumina

Maksim Bityukov

Elizaveta Lotova, Aleksandr Konstantinov, Vladimir Yurmatov

Aleksandr Yatsko, Igor Yurtaev Erik Yarolov

AKADEMIA

Yes.

Good morning Nastya. Though it is not so good.

Sorry for waking you up, it's urgent. We have a cold arms murder.

Let's say - a specific cold arms. It's the second one in the same area.

So take an expert and go to the place.

I'll send the SMS with the address.

Ok Yuri Kuzmich. I got it. Yes. See you soon.

Kirill.

Kirill, get up.

Sleep...

- No. You have to get up. - Sleep.

Kirill.

Let's sleep some more.

Lobanov called. We have a murder.

A very complicated case.

- I see. - We have to go.

Do you hear me? Get up.

- Get up. - No.

- Come on, you first. - No.

You first.

- Allright. Let's do this way. - Ok.

I'll go and make breakfast. And you go to the shower.

- Nastya. - Deal?

Ok. I'm glad to see you even now, even if you drag me

to the crime scene. Hear me?

Get up.

The body was found a month ago it was a school teacher.

Murdered by cold arms. I guess it was a rake, but a very long one.

He was stitched through. Besides, we found... Kirill?

- You show no interest, do you? - No, it's just Alla replied.

I may meet with Fedya today. May I leave earlier?

I'll spend the evening like a normal dad.

Shall you join me?

With pleasure, if nothing urgent turns on.

Good.

Leave this place everyone. Come on, go!

It's a hobo. He always wandered here. Near that trash can.

Come on, go away!

Konstantin Markovich my boss.

- What boss? - A store owner. Grocery, here.

When was the last time you saw Konstantin Markovich?

Today. I saw him today.

Came at the beginning of the shift. I work all day.

The store is open all night. He came in and checked everything.

It was at about... 10 o'clock I guess.

Not many people around.

Did he say anything about his plans?

Where would he go and would would he do?

No, not really.

He took cognac. Shantel. Expensive one! No one buys it.

He ordered it for himself. He loved it so much.

So you don't know where did he go after his visit.

Well, he might come home, to his wife.

- Freeze. - Stay where you are!

Stop!

Kirill!

Shit. He escaped...

Who was Kirill?

A hobo. That's strange.

He was holding the same cognac that the murdered took in the store.

It's strange that a hobo has such an expensive cognac.

Ok Arthur. You'll go now to the wife of the mudered.

Talk to her. Kirill, we're going to the Academy.

Let's go.

- Alright. - Write it down.

Who?

Investigation Committee. Please open the door.

- May we come in? - Of course, please.

- Thank you. Arthur Vardanyan. - Is it because of Kostya?

- Have you found him? You have... - He was murdered.

It can't be...

Calm down please. Calm down.

- It is... how can it be? - Who?

- It's Gudz! - What Gudz?

Gudz!... He visited our place...

He threatened... He wanted the store...

Calm down please.

Yes Arthur. Matvey Ivanovich...

Gudz. Yes.

I'll call him for questioning. Thank you.

Yes! I'm listening!

Matvey Ivanovich?

Investigation Commettee, Anastasia Zorina.

- Matvey Ivanovich? - Yes. I'm listening.

- I have to talk to you. - About what?

About the death of Konstantin Markovich Meshkov.

Matvey Ivanovich, do you hear me?

Yes.

I ask you to come to the questioning.

Well, maybe today. At about, let's say...

I can't do it today. I'm not in Moscow. I'll tomorrow in the evening.

Ok Matvey Ivanovich, tomorrow. Can you write down the address?

Yes.

The assault was from behind.

The murdered was hit in the heart area

with a strong throughout hit using a sticker.

It is obvious that the attacker had an aim to kill Meshkov,

not just to rob him.

- Where did you soil yourself? - What?

Where?

There's a rapair in Meshkov's apartment.

Wait, wait...

Shurik, may I go on?

Yes. I found a concrete on Meshkov's shoe plate.

I thought it was a clue, but then I learned about the apartment repair.

We'll check it, right.

Go on.

Thanks. So.

Cognac has been found in the victim's stomach and mouth.

According to the witness that was the cognac

the the murdered bought in the store. That's all from me.

I have something to add. I've found two groups of fingerprints.

One belong to Meshkov, and the other one belong to someone who

didn't practice hygien very well.

So it's our hobo. Is he a murderer?

What's the motive? Bottle of cognac? Did his fingerprints appear anywhere?

No. I've checked, nothing. But I have one idea.

I know that the hobos are fed in a special places.

I had a good friend

who worked as a volunteer in one of such places.

- Really? Who is he? - Ed.

Those hobos know when the special bus arrives to their area.

The come to eat there at a certain time.

I may find out the exact place in that certain area.

Good job Oksa. Good idea.

Did you find anything?

Yes. I found the place where they feed the homeless.

Not far from the crime scene. Do you remember that we looked for...

Listen...

That guy that Lemke saw, he is a hobo...

Means he will appear there.

Well, yes.

But we can't deal with this without Lemke's help.

- He can recognize him. - You read my mind.

Of course. We know each other well.

Listen...

When are you going to retire?

I don't know... I just thought that maybe...

Maybe what? You won't retire?

You know, I was also thinking about it.

Who will help Zorina then? Those ones?

Shurik, don't mess it up. Insulin is metabolized by liver,

and C-peptid comes out in nephros. So your teacher is right.

I know doctor Lemke. There's just one nuance.

- In my work. I wanted to explain. - Shurik.

I told you... C-peptid...

- How's it in such a case? - You're wrong...

Kirill, I need your help. Remember the hobo with a bottle?

- Yes, sure. - Would you recognize him?

Of course.

There's a chance that he eats here.

It's written when and where the volunteers feed the homeless.

Can you take care of this? Will you recognize him?

Why won't we do something good? Shall we volunteer to hel Shurik?

Volunteer to help?

No doctor Lemke, I can't do it. I have a feeling...

Shurik, we can't do without you. I helped you with the term paper!

Ok. Deal.

- Right. We'll do it. - Thanks.

- Just because of the term paper. - Ok, right.

Right. A charity event Come and bring your friends.

Everyone will be fed! Free hot food Shurik.

Thanks bro.

Some bread please, yes. Many thanks.

Hi.

Hello. Make it more slushy.

Shurik! Come on!

Catch Shurik, come on!

I'm going there!

Freeze!

Well done doctor Lemke! Good job!

- Don't hit me guys! - Get up!

- Don't hit me. - We won't hit you.

What's your name?

I am... on street three, every Friday.

There was an accident. Not with mom, but with a bus.

- Have you seen this man? - I have. I'm speechless.

Haircut won't help here. Until the Sun rises!

I'm sorry. What did you say?

No, I don't worry.

The wurst still costs here 2.25 and it won't change yet.

I'm sure we're dealing with a typical schizophasia here.

It's a speech structure damage,

it is also called as schizophasia.

Here. I have an example

taken from the annex to

a Big Encyclopedia of Medicine from the year 1962.

Just a second.

A classic example.

Born in the gastronome number 22 on Herzen street.

A famous economist. A librarian by vocation.

A hick in common terms.

The suspect speaks in the same way.

All his habbits and manners say that he is mentally deranged.

That explains his strange behaviour. It's his serious illness.

But pay attention to a very special attribute. Very interesting.

His hands are very tidy for a hobo.

You've caught him near the Truda street, haven't you?

Yes. There's a Frumkin

asylum nearby there.

Yes. I suspected something like that.

I know the Chief Doctor. I'll call him and we'll discuss it.

And bring the patient, we'll see. Shall Oksa help me with this analisys?

Of corse she will. But it is Gudz who interests me most.

This is another suspect.

Matvey Ivanovich?

Yes. Hello. Anastasia Zorina. Investigation Commettee.

We've talked on the phone.

Yes. I said that I'll be tomorrow. Are there any changes?

No. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow.

If you don't show up tomorrow, I'll issue a wanted notice.

- Yes? - May I?

One second.

Ok. Hope to see you tomorrow. All the best.

Shall I go? Looking forward for the patient. We'll see.

Thanks. Come in guys.

Take a seat.

- I'm all ears. - You see...

Our test period ends today...

So, we need your decision.

When will we start working permanently? Shall we sign any papers?

I have to upset you guys.

Unfortunately we don't have any free vacancies now.

How come?

What about Ed and Oksa? They said bye-bye!

No Natalia. They didn't say buy-bye.

They took their claims back and remain here with us.

I'm sorry! Excellent!

Yes. That wasn't easy.

- Super! - It's good that all is over.

Oh, sorry.

Is there something I don't get?

- Well, we had a mission. - What mission?

The mission is to save your team from breaking up.

- Doctor Rotkin asked us to. - Psychology practice.

I see. Ok then. Go on, tell me more details.

Doctor Rotkin is the head of our practice lessons.

We are from faculty of psychology.

So. We had to save your team.

You see, you had one person gone, then another one leaves...

Aha. Got it. What a thing to do from doctor Rotkin!

I'll talk to him again. I must admit I'm not mad about all this.

Though guys, I want to thank you very much.

Undeed you saved our team.

- Many thanks. - Thank you.

- All the best. - Thanks.

What a thing to do from doctor Rotkin.

It's microphone.

Everything you say will be recorded.

I have a unique programme that

will help us to understand what will you say. Ok?

One might want it explicitly.

- Arkadiy Ivanovich! Greetings! - Good day!

Is it your man?

Antipov! What are you doing here? Where did you find him?!

On the street. Why did you let such patients go without any convoy?

Who lets him go? Are you nuts? I'll find out who is responsible.

The security will be punished!

Do you feed them in the hospital? He was eating with hobos.

Oh, Antipov... Antipov! What a shame!

The agreement...

Seems it was advised by all colonels and sisters.

Schizophasia. Bad case. Do you know what the irony is?

Antipov is an ex-philologis.

He gave classes at the university. That's how it goes.

All that's mine with me all the time. Dr. Rotkin, I have to take my patient.

Wait a little colleague.

I have to work with him. He's a valuable witness.

We expect to get an important information from him.

An information from Antipov? You made me laugh.

Yes. Well... It will be curious to look at all this.

- Oksa, are you ready? - Yes, I am.

Ask more questions. To have all the information.

Tell me please - where did you get Shantel cognac?

Did you get it near the dead body?

Dead doesn't come from nowhere.

The clouds get thicker year by year!

Where did you see the man with cognac? Did he come out of somewhere?

He did.

Then I realized it wasn't the man with a shovel.

It was the one with a reform.

Please. Nastya, let me introduce you to

Ivan Yakovlevich, the Chief Doctor of the hospital of our patient.

- Take a seat. - Good day.

- Hello. - Thank you.

I want to express my admiration to the way your colleagues work.

That's an innovative approach in the sphere of schizophasia.

- Yes. - I beg you.

A simple mathimatical approach. A component one...

A statistical analysis. We just take and classify syntactic classes,

set a correlation and receive latent variables. That's it.

Yes. It is that simple. So what's the result Oksa?

So...

I managed to decypher owr hobo's speech.

The victim left the house at about 11 PM.

According to his words, the house is done with a grape bas-relief.

A classical Stalin building.

Then he entered the store, when he came out - he gifted cognac to Antipov.

The witness haven't seen the murder. He heard the scream and ran away.

We have to find out what's that house.

And Oksa, can you work over Matvey Gudza?

I can't reach him on phone. It seems he's not in Moscow.

- I want to know where he is. - Ok.

Thanks. And please see our guest off.

- Ok. - All the best.

- I'll give you a call Ivan Yakovlevich. - See you.

Let's go.

Anastasia Vladimirovna, my professional instinct

tells me that you want to talk about something.

It tells you the truth, Arkadiy.

I'd like to talk about our... I mean - about your interns.

The mission has been a real success, hasn't it?

I agree. But from now on I'd like to ask that

all the experiments in our team...

- Should be accorded with me. - Yes, of course.

Ok. And thank you Arkadiy.

At your orders!

Ed and Oksa could leave us, but you made them stay.

Yes Olya, we're on a walk. The weather is nice.

We go sightseeing.

Nastya said that our victim has left the house...

Wait. Sure. That's it... Of course, a wall with fruits!

Olya, listen, I have a plan. I've found concrete on his sole.

If he has been in this porch... I'll call you back...

I'm just...

Go! Don't be afraid.

I'm from Investigation Commettee. From the police. Looking for clues.

It's ok. Do you live here?

Have you seen this guy?

Weird district.

This Gudz is an interesting person.

Though he has a bad reputation. He practiced racket in the 90's.

Then he turned into a so-called honest businessman.

One interesting fact. He has a son Zhenya.

He studied in the school where the killed teacher was working.

They have a single school in the whole area. Where else could he study?

Yes. But the question is how he studied? He didn't want to study.

And the teacher was going to keep him in the same grade.

Do you consider this to be a motive to murder the teacher?

- Bullshit. - Why? Don't forget about his 90's.

Ok. Let's talk about positive things.

I took samples from all rugs. Also from the one with fruits. And...

I found concrete on one of them.

This concrete is the same in its composition like the concrete

that I have found on Meshkov's sole.

And the same that I have found on your pants Arthur.

The same brand!

Shurik, you make me happy. Give me the address. I'll go right away.

Who is there?

I'm from the Investigation Commettee. My name is Arthur Vardanyan.

What committee? What do you want?

I'm from the Investigation Commettee. I investigate a murder.

I need to talk to you.

Well, ok.

Well, let's be acquainted. My name is Arthur.

Ksusha.

Tell me, do you live here alone?

Yes. Alone.

- And how old are you? - Well, 16. So what?

Yes. So your parents help you, don't they? Or you're on your own?

On my own... Parents!

You could mention our state as well!

Very funny. Where do you get the money? Do you work?

Yes. I used to work. As a clerk in a store.

- Which one? - You don't know. Grocery.

And Konstantin Meshkov was an owner of the store, right?

- How do you know? - Lucky guess.

- Expensive cognac. - Cognac! So what?

Nothing. Forbidden to the minors.

So I'll forfeit it.

Is this also a gift from Meshkov?

Yes. Happy now? Now take your cognac and...

Get out of here! Drink it all!

- I won't tell anything more. - Calm down.

Get lost!

I just wanted to say that Meskov is dead.

My colleague from the clinic found a hole in the hospital's fence.

That's how our schizophasic escaped.

Hope they locked down the border.

Yes. He promised to punish those who were responsible for this.

This might help. By the way, Arthur has paid a visit to apartment owner,

where Meshkov had spent his last evening.

A girl named Ksenia lives there. A very asocial person.

She said she's been working in Meshkov's store.

So her boss visited her after her work?

Office romance. Obvious thing.

I called for a woman clerk who beared witness to the murder night.

Arkadiy, I would very much like you to talk to her.

And talk to Ksenia too please,

because she didn't want to tell anything to Arthur at all.

- Allright. I'll try. - Thanks.

Nastya< I was thinking...

If she is 16 then she must study in school.

Or she has just graduated. There's only one school in their district.

Yes. Make a call to that school. And what about Gudz?

Yes. He really was not in Moscow. He was in Samara.

His flight arrives tonight. Here's the flight number. And his home address.

His flight is in three hours. I see.

I'll ask Arthur to meet him and to bring him here.

And I'll go to the Commettee.

Lobanov would like to know how does this case go.

Come in, take a seat. Some water?

I decided to have some. Please, help yourself.

Could you please tell me if there was a clerk called Ksenia in

Meshkov's store? A young girl, about 16 years old.

You mean Ksusha?

Oh, she worked there...

- What's that "Oh"? - The owner had her, you know!

She still doesn't know what bastards men can be.

Oh, stop it. He rented an apartment to her, brought her flowers.

I believe in the apartment, yes.

As for the flowers... He didn't bring them even to his wife.

Are you sure? Don't you believe that

sometimes men are able to show a true and pure passion?

Oh, really?

I see. Thanks for the information.

- Matvey Gudz! - Yes.

I'm from Investigation Commettee. Arthur Vardanyan.

Why do you resist to cooperate?

I didn't. I've just arrived.

Or should I catapult to your office right from the airplane?

Save your jokes to the pretrial detention centre.

What's the charge?

There will be plenty, if you don't cooperate with the investigation.

I will cooperate, with a great pleasure.

Do you want to hear about Meshkov?

- Yes. - Was it I who killed him?

I don't know it yet. But the business you wanted to take away from him

I see your point. You decided to go off on me, didn't you?

The villian is caught. Case closed. Right?

You're giving a runaround saying I organized Meshkov's killing, right?

Did you know Karimov? Your son's teacher.

What does it have to do with this old man?

Yes, I do remember him. Always jacked my boy around.

Nothing. It's just he's murdered.

Are you serious? You think I did it too, right?

Well, we don't know it yet. But I have to detain you.

Right. Now I'll call my lawer and you'll be sorry for all this!

Who is there?

Hello. My name is Arkadiy Rotkin. I'm from a social service.

Don't take me please. I'm allright. I'm fine...

Sounds convincing. But you know,

I'll be back with the police if you don't open the door now.

If you do, then we'll just have a small conversation.

- Promise? - Promise.

Allright.

Ksenia, I advise you not to hide any information.

Just tell me the whole truth.

There's a real threat that your parents

might lose their parental authority.

Let them lose it! Those boozers.

I've just started to live a normal life with Konstantin Markovich.

I understand. But the thing is that you remain without any custody.

Which means you may lose this apartment and

may get into a social institution.

No. No way. I haven't done anything bad.

I know. That's why I ask you to tell me the whole truth.

How did you meet Konstantin Markovich?

We met each other at work. He really cared for me.

He gave me presents and made compliments, helped me a lot.

Sometimes he walked me home. Sometimes helped with the money.

And then it turned into...

We fell in love. That was a real love, you know.

He even brought field flowers to me. Can you imagine?

He's very strict at the first sight. But he is a romantic inside.

He left them by my door. But he didn't say it was from him.

Have you dated anyone before you met Konstantin Markovich?

No. I had no one.

So there couldn't be any jealous young man who

wanted to settle scores with his opponent, right?

No. It can't be this way!

Have you thanked him for the flowers?

Yes. I made him a hint. But he replied in a rude form

that he didn't want to hear this bullshit. You know, I thought that he

was hesitating because of his feelings.

He was strict outside and careful inside, you know!

Why did you think he was careful?

Flowers and all that stuff!

And besides...

There was a paper with a poem

in every single bouquet.

But the poems were strange. Take a look yourself.

Wow!...

Is that what you read?

Ksenia, chicklit doesn't always show life as it is in the real world.

I don't think it was Meshkov who brought you flowers.

Then who?

That's what I want to know and as soon as possible.

It's good that it has the protection. Can't be broken through.

Kiryukha, you could've lain on my table with a hole in your heart.

Ok. It's the same weapon.

What about poems and flowers?

Someone was leaving all this under her door. She thinks it was Meshkov.

But I don't believe it was him. Judging from the poems...

Meshkov would never come up with: I loved you like on the picture

I went to the solitude mounts

Among all the colorful features My hearts beats again all around.

- Did you learn it by heart? - It's my favorite.

Well, the poems are strange indeed, but nowadays they may be different.

They are not only strange!

I give you may word of an expert they are schizophatic!

It means they were written by Antipov?

So he wasn't near Meshkov by accident?

Seems so. We have question him once more together with the Chief doctor.

But what does all this have to do with the death of the teacher.

By the way. I forgot. I have an information.

Ksenia left school 2 months ago.

And murdered Kramarov was her form master in school.

An inextricable tangle.

This Gudz is suspicious, and Meshkov...

The teacher, this girl...

Nastya found out that Gudz has an alibi. He couldn't attack me.

So he's not under the suspicion.

Ok, I have Ksenia's mom phone.

We may call her and find out about Ksenia's relationship with the teacher.

- Yes. - May I?

Yes, sure. Take a seat.

Your neigbour said that an adult man visited

your daughter Ksenia, saying he was a teacher.

That bastard! Karimov! Rapist...

It was he who spoiled our Ksenia...

You can't put things in order in your school,

and we have to bear with this!

Head teacher!

He has to be in charge of the kid. And he... he raped her!

- Have you reported to the police? - What police?

Everyone can be bought there!

We just wanted some money from this Karimov,

just a piece of something from this son of a bitch.

What are you saying? Money, piece of something...

Were you selling your daughter?

Who was selling her? It was he who threatened us.

Said he had connections.

Said he could take the parental authority away.

And that Ksenia would go to the foster home.

He raped her at school.

She came home crying. What should I do? Who should I say?

All we had to do is just to change school. That's it.

- Yes Roman. - Nastya, hi.

Yes. I'm listenning.

We need to talk about your father. Can we meet in the evening?

Sure. But after work. I just came from the Commettee.

Then I'll go to the Academy. Then I'll go home.

- Will you pick me up? - No problem. See you.

Of course. I'll be waiting. Thank you.

My hearts beats again all around

Life is short. Art lives forever!

This reminds me of Antipov's art.

- Loves graphomania. - Yes, Antipov? Is it your poem?

Maybe a poem, or maybe it was about something else.

Where did Antipov spend yesterday's evening?

What do you mean? In the clinic. Antipov is always within the sight!

Strange. The murderer is the man

who sent poems to Ksenia. The one who attacked me.

Attacked? Antipov!

Porr child. Antipov can't be a murderer. Trust me.

So what do we have for today? Your patient's poems.

But he can't be a killer.

Because he has an alibi for the time I was attacked.

But the murderer had an access to his poems.

Have you checked other patients?

- Are all of them at their place? - Yes, of course.

What if we come with a regulatory inspection?

You see Arkadiy... We've repaired the hole in the fence.

But we still can't find one of the patients.

Gena Malyshev. He shared the same ward with Antipov.

But I ask you not to bill this.

He'll come back. He surely will.

You see, we can't afford any scandals right now...

I understand it doctor. But I don't understand your neglect.

You have a patient missing. Why haven't you raised alert?

He is very dangerous. We have two murders.

- I need his photo urgently. - Ok. I'll do it.

Well, have you managed to find our elusive admirer?

We've raised alert. And have sent an APB out... Now we're waiting.

Wait.

I've seen this guy in Ksenia's porch when I looked for the cement dust.

He ran away as soon as he heard I was from the Commettee.

I thought he was a weirdo... Seems he is potential murderer.

- Are you sure? - I am.

We need to tell Nastya.

Indeed he was caught near Ksenia's porch.

He was waiting for her. He had a murder weapon with him.

You know what I think?

Gena came to us with an autism and a depression,

but without any manic or suicidal components.

All the evidence against him.

It's obvious that his sickness turned into a bipolar mania...

A manic-depressive illness.

I don't know. I have plenty of questions to your place.

Hush, Gena, hush...

Gena. Calm down.

It's allright. Nobody's going to hurt you.

Gena, look here. Look.

- Where did you get this? - At the construction project.

- And what is it? - A sword.

It's not a sword! It's a simple electrode!

Arthur!

Gena, Gena.

See? Electrode - sword.

- It's a game. - A game?

Yes. An undevelopment.

Do you know that people died in this game?

They are bad. Evil people.

Gena, look at the photo.

Look.

Do you know this girl? Her name is Ksenia.

Ksenia. Her name is Ksenia.

Yes. Did you bring her flowers?

Where did you get them?

There, at the hospital.

Yes. We have a very nice garden there.

And poems? Did you write poems to her Gena?

Who was writing it? Antipov?

It was Sasha... He is my friend.

- May I take it? - Yes. You may.

But upon one condition.

I'll give you the photo if you tell us everything.

Deal?

Here.

How did you meet Ksenia?

We don't know each other.

She was there, in the store.

And that evil man visited her...

- A teacher? - He sweared... Shouted at her...

She cried. And then. I saw it.

Have you followed him? Have you killed him?

Musketeers killed too... The evil people!

And what about Meshkov? Did he shout too?

He is the same. An evil man!

I protected her.

So you protected her from Rotkin too, didn't you?

I love her. She is nice.

Ed?

Ok.

Come on dude!

- Finally? Will you do it? - Yes.

Wait, let's see. Let's see the ring. Here...

You know Ed,... honestly.

I can't. Thank you very much.

I can't take it. I'm not ready yet.

Get lost!

Wow bro! Finally decided to make Oksa a proposal? When?!

Well, I don't know yet. I'll pick the right place.

Everything should be perfect.

Oh, the place. You mean a restaurant, a limousine and stuff like that...

That's unnecessary. No restaurants. It is too corn and...

What do you want? You want it to be funny and original or what?

- Yes. And romantic! - Well, romantic.

Allright. Well, I know one place...

No. Not now. I'll keep it for myself.

Come on, tell me! Come on, come on!

I can't, I can't! Let's do like that Ed.

I'll find another place for you. Which is even better, ok?

- To hell with it... - Ed.

- Ed. - Oh, get lost.

Good job man!

That's how they found each other.

A romantic girl and a romantic young man.

Though it's all very scary.

Because of the doctors' neglect this guy escaped from the hospital.

Imagined he was a musketeer.

And decided to kill all people he though were evil.

Yes, who knows how far he could go with all this.

Arkadiy has almost been his victim as well.

What's with him now?

- With Gennadiy? - Yeah.

Gena will be treated in another clinic, a normal one from now on.

Ksenia? Arkadiy will take care of her.

He'll help with the studies. And with the dormitory as well.

The girl wants to start living a normal life.

Hope so.

Mishin, I think.

He promised to drop by. Just a second.

Come in.

- Tea or coffee? - I'd like some tea.

- Just a second. - It's a nice place.

Oh, thank you.

- I have some news. - What news?

I know who came to Nechaeva to Norilsk.

I had a bold guess after I got back from Norilsk

But I decided not to tell you and to check everything myself.

I sent an email to Vera Nechaeva's son.

So?

Well, he didn't write back a long time. He had no Internet there.

But he identified a man with the help of a photo

It was Porfiriy Petrovich.

Lobanov?