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Good morning.

How are we doing?

I've solved it.

What was it about? You've been working on it all night.

Nothing serious.

What's wrong with you?

God, don't stop. Yes!

Yes!

Yes…

As for women's logic, it's simple. It doesn't exist.

Thank God that it doesn't.

Two lines on a plane either are congruent,

or meet,

or are parallel to each other.

Congratulations.

You are such a telltale.

By the way, the telltale dreams about a daughter.

I want to offer a toast.

To love!

Did you notice? As a result of our love,

these two are drinking chardonnay, and we a fruit drink.

You insisted upon chardonnay. Captain and I were all for vodka.

That's right.

You and the captain are out of luck.

We are lucky to have you, though. To us, Mitia.

To us.

Even though you don't deserve it.

Men in general done deserve women.

Great toast. Let's drink to those we don't deserve.

-I agree. -You sneaky characters.

Yes.

What can we do now?

You can't go back in time.

Maybe there is a theorem

that will teach some of us not to scatter their socks around.

Mathematics is working on this problem, by the way.

Really?

Yes. How to choose from a multiplicity if you can't go back.

A subcase of this problem

is the famous picky bride problem.

Try to pick a man in this room that you like best.

-Say there isn't one. -Okay, okay.

Katia, they all scatter their socks.

The one with the biceps.

The guy behind you must have biceps, too.

It's a divorce.

Or these two handsome guys.

I don't know whom to choose.

The picky bride problem offers a perfect strategy.

If we label the number of men as N,

you should reject the first n/e suitors,

where e is the base of the natural logarithm.

If N is a big number, and it will be, considering your looks,

you reject the first 37% and choose the first suitor

who is better than every suitor rejected so far.

That's how it happened or us. I was the best.

Of course.

And you, Ania, are the best for me.

Thank you.

Have you set the date?

The date?

Who said we are getting married?

Help me with the clasp.

THE MOP 2

I have to go. I need to…

I'll order vodka after all.

Ania, about your problem.

Yes? By the way, it was solved by Sabit Hussein-zade in 1966.

I mean the wedding.

The wedding? Are you proposing to me?

Yes and no.

I mean I really want to marry you but…

I can't yet.

My son's mother is…

It's a long and boring story.

Ania, I haven't got a divorce yet.

Well, then I won't say yes yet.

Goddamn it!

Mitia, are you okay?

Hands off!

Okay, it doesn't look so bad. Let's take a closer look.

Goddamn it.

-I think it's paint. -It hurts.

Okay, we're here. Careful.

-Bastard. -Don't touch it.

I'm too old. I lost him. How are you, Mitia?

-He'll live. -Blue is your color.

Fantomas.

What?

Vitia!

Vitia. Viktor Nikolayevich.

He isn't here.

What do you mean? Where is he?

At Ira's.

Who is Ira?

His new girlfriend.

Where was he yesterday?

At Ira's.

The day before?

Also at Ira's.

Ania.

Who is Ira?

As I said, his new girlfriend.

Why are you so tense? They are grownups and…

I'm not tense.

Let's talk.

Right, I forgot. You're a telltale.

What did this guy with the spray paint want?

Did he say something?

He didn't say anything.

Weird.

Don't move.

How much longer?

I'm almost done.

-That's enough. -Stop it. Don't be a child.

I'm a grownup, conscious, successful beta male.

I'm just out of resource right now.

How did the Mop put it?

-N divided to something. -Right.

By the way, what was that about their wedding?

How do I know? Someone sprayed paint in my face.

Nobody sprayed me, and still I don't understand anything.

What's there to understand?

I'm not going to marry you.

I mean, I never thought about it.

What do you mean you didn't think about it?

-I just didn't. -Why?

I don't know. I didn't.

Look, a marriage certificate

isn't a prerequisite for giving birth to a new person.

Moreover, it can't affect the…

Ania, a baby has to be born into a registered marriage.

It's an axiom.

Nikolay, your axioms

are police regulations and the Criminal Code.

And your world view is, excuse me, one of a 17-year-old on the 17th century.

No, rather a 16-year-old in the 1600s.

This Mop…

Actually, Vershinin has to marry her,

being an honest man and an officer.

An honest man, an officer…

They love each other, that's all.

Like you and I?

Of course not.

We are a unique couple. One in a million.

It happens once in a millennia.

Yes. Yes, yes! You are my whole universe.

Wait, let me wash off the stardust.

You live in a world where only continuous functions integrate.

You don't give a shit about the Lebesgue integration,

the Darboux sum, the Riemann function, the…

What a fool.

Ania, I'm sorry. Ania.

You…

I'm the fool here.

I just want you to marry me.

I want it more than anything, Ania.

I want us to have a baby girl. I want us to have a baby boy.

It doesn't matter. I…

Will you marry me?

Ania.

Ania.

When I get a divorce, Ania, will you marry me?

I'll buy you a ring.

With a diamond?

This big.

Will you go down on one knee?

On two.

And memorize the Riemann function?

Piece of cake. Sure.

I'll hold you to that.

Okay.

I'll marry you. I'm a fool, remember?

You are…

the smartest…

of all fools.

Nikolay, stop it.

No. Get the divorce papers, and then…

-Okay. -I think I can't do it anymore.

Of course you can.

You'll go to the Lamaze class, and they'll tell you.

-Vitia will be back any moment. -He won't.

That bastard…

Who?

The guy with the spray paint.

He spoiled the celebration.

Don't you remember anything about him?

As I said, I didn't see anything.

He was wearing this sweatshirt with a hood.

A hoodie.

I don't know. I couldn't see his face.

Definitely a hoodie.

We'll get the security video tomorrow, find him and drag him by the…. hoodie.

Mitia.

Yes, yes.

Kolia.

What's her name?

Your wife's.

You never told me anything.

I didn't think you were interested.

I am interested.

It… I suppose it was love.

At least on my side.

Everything was fine, and then Vitia was born.

Then…

I came home from work. A note…

"Don't look for me". I did look, of course.

You know…

I think I have seen a few similar cases in the bulletins lately.

With spray paint and a hood.

A hoodie.

The bulletins said a hood.

No arrests, no cases opened.

Yes.

In this country, everything is done ass-backwards.

Say it again.

I was quoting your father-in-law.

The general knows what he's talking about.

Did he call?

Yes, this morning.

What did he say?

What did he say? The usual.

"Take the maternity leave tomorrow, or better yet, yesterday". Blah-blah-blah.

What did you say?

What could I say?

How can I abandon you to the world

where everything is being done ass-backwards?

It's not what I want to know.

What do you want to know?

I want to hear

that you are not interested anymore.

That she is history.

Gone forever.

Ania.

She is history.

Gone forever.

That's good.

This world…

needs to be saved.

I'll look through these spray paint cases

first thing tomorrow.

What is her name?

Nina.

Okay.

Nina it is.

Mitia, the lamp.

Yes.

Yes, darling.

What do you mean, no?

Nina, what do you mean you don't want to?

What do you mean she needs to be present?

She's absent.

Totally.

For years.

Are you serious?

Got it. Thank you.

Goddamn it. Who wrote these laws?

Because everything in this country is being done ass-backwards.

Say it again, Mitia.

My father-in-law said that.

General Sosnovskiy is a smart man.

What was it you wanted?

It's about yesterday. The spray paint bastard.

Your eyes seem to be okay.

They are. I looked through the reports.

There were 11 cases just like this in the last two months.

Just like what?

Idiotic. For no reason, a bastard hiding behind a hood

sprays law-abiding citizens with paint and disappears.

Is it the same bastard?

As Anton says, not enough data.

No arrests were made, and not a single case opened.

Why?

Because everything is being done ass-backwards.

Okay, Mitia. Why don't you…

deal with it by yourself?

I have a lot on my mind right now. Okay?

Okay.

General Sosnovskiy is a smart man. Everything is being done…

-Speak of the devil. -Do you mean me?

I wish.

Good morning, Boris Mikhaylovich.

Lieutenant Goncharenko,

do you know why you're still a lieutenant?

Enemies, intrigues, but most of all the fact

that I don't have friends in high places to drop a word on my account?

You're getting fresh, son-in-law.

Getting fresh with the wrong people.

No, I just…

Because your wife and my only daughter

isn't on a maternity leave yet.

I get upset, and it's bad for me.

My wife also gets upset, and it's bad for her.

Sigarev wants to see you. He says it's urgent.

I have a visitor.

Anyway, I've said what I was going to.

What is so urgent?

Four days ago, Andrey Mikhaliov, 32, was found unconscious in Tsvetochnaya St.

He died before the ambulance arrived.

Right. The ambulance doesn't work as it should.

The public services…

No, it's not that. We did a postmortem.

Cause of death – poisoning.

We analyzed the poison.

What poison was it?

-We don't know. -What the hell, then?

It's the same poison Fatum used on the Mop.

So someone else refused to work for Fatum.

Who is this Mikhaliov?

We are working on it. I've only got the report an hour ago.

Work faster.

Also, classify it.

Delete all information. The ambulance, the police. Be thorough.

-Yes, sir. -Report directly to me. At any hour.

Good morning.

Good… day, I'd say.

It's nice of you to remember that you have a home.

Anna Nikolayevna…

Yes?

Dad said you're getting married.

Your dad is a telltale.

Actually, in this case…

I have accepted his proposal.

Yes.

But only when he masters at least prime numbers.

Just don't dump him.

Whom?

Well, I…

Actually, I meant the baby, not my dad.

The one who is coming.

Dad says he wants a girl, but it doesn't matter.

What matters is that the baby had a mom and a dad.

I see.

Hey, scoot.

I don't know how to say it.

Did you feel…

bad when your mom…

I don't know.

I'm not good at this.

I mean when your mother…

Technically, yes.

She left us.

Not just technically.

And yes, I felt bad.

Remember how you told me about Gödel's incompleteness theorem?

That any set of axioms suggested as the basics of mathematics

will be inevitably incomplete.

Yes.

So, like in this Gödel's theorem,

I was incomplete.

Vitia.

Are you okay?

Good.

Shall we eat?

Do we have food?

I'm supposed to ask you this.

What happened?

In this country…

I see. Did Dad call?

He said I'd remain a senior lieutenant until you take the maternity leave.

Don't wear the pink T-shirt again.

Don't look at me like this.

One can't choose their parents, and you have tons of T-shirts.

Besides, pink doesn't go well with a blue face.

Maybe the T-shirt was the reason you were attacked.

Where is this hoodie guy?

Thing is, he isn't on any of the cameras.

Look, here we are sitting at the table.

This is me leaving.

This is me coming back with blue face.

This is you saving me.

This is Vershinin drinking my vodka.

And this bastard isn't in any of the videos.

I requested the video from all cameras

and subpoenaed all the victims.

I'll talk to Dad.

Here. We have this.

God, what did we do to deserve it?

Dad punished me for not coming home last night, and you…

And I must have been punished by God.

You said there were no God.

I said his existence wasn't proven.

Anna Nikolayevna, you promised Dad you'd go to the Lamaze class.

I am supposed to make sure you do.

You talk like a cop.

Here. A proven effective method,

thousands of happy families.

Okay. I'll take a look. We've made a choice.

I promised Dad.

Vitia, don't be a baby.

We'll hack into their website, download the certificate.

Done! I've graduated. And we won't tell your dad.

No. It won't work.

Why?

Because you only get the certificate after you complete the course.

The duration is, say, one month.

This one is even three months.

If we print out your certificate now, Dad will never believe us.

Okay.

We'll tell your dad we found an intensive course,

and I'll graduate in two weeks. Deal?

Deal.

Anton, can you settle it for me? I asked you.

I'll call you back.

Tell me, do accidents exist?

Mitia, how many times? No.

Look. This is us sitting there.

Yes.

This is me coming out.

This is Katia irrigating my eyes. This is you…

Mitia, I'll buy you a bottle of vodka.

And where is the moment when he attacked you with the spray?

Blind zone.

He accidentally attacked you in the blind zone.

Moreover, he isn't on the cameras before the attack. Nowhere.

As if he appeared from nowhere.

If it's an accident

it doesn't look very accidental.

An accident that isn't accidental.

-How many cases you said were there? -Eleven in two months.

Did you, by any chance…

Yes, I requested all the case files and security video.

But not by any chance.

Just because I'm a very good cop.

No, Mitia.

A good cop would watch the video till the end. Look.

I don't understand.

See? First it's green, and then red.

Oh shit.

I couldn't catch up with him because they gave him green wave.

Good cop.

-Give my best to Anton. -Okay.

Everything's done.

The Tree of Good. Remember. It's the name of the school you're in.

Great. Anna Nikolayevna Shvabrina has graduated from…

Idiots. How could they call it the Tree of Good?

Good thing they didn't call it the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.

What?

Like in the Bible. The one Eve picked the apple from.

Listen, where is my phone?

I don't know.

Find it. I can't.

Here it is.

-Give it to me. -Okay.

-The Tree of Good. -Yes.

The Tree of Good is listening.

What? What do you mean?

The school I enrolled in

to find out what I can and cannot do

and how can I give captain Vershinin a healthy daughter.

I'm glad.

Remember what the doctor said?

Of course I remember.

That I need to take care of myself, that the fetus hasn't settled yet,

and that I need to go to a Lamaze school.

So I enrolled at the Tree of Good.

Smart girl.

No, you are the smart one, sending Vitia to spy on me.

Good thing you're together. Mitia and I have a question for you two.

Let me put you on the speaker.

Okay. I'll put you on the speaker, too.

Hi, Dad. Hi, Mitia.

Vitia, hi. Anna Nikolayevna, my respect.

Let me thank you for your cooperation with the police

in the past, the present and, I hope, the future.

I admire you for giving captain Vershinin a chance

to be a father again in spite of his frail age.

It's 11:21, and it's high time for me to shut up. Kolia…

Anyway, Ania, here's my question.

Can one hack into the traffic lights system

and take over the controls?

I saw it in a show, I don't remember the name.

Is it possible?

It's easy if you have the access.

They probably bribed someone at the dispatch,

and they gave them the SSH key.

What key?

SSH.

It's a very long string of code.

256 symbols.

And without a password?

It's also possible.

Sending a couple ports through the tunnel, right?

Right. Through a VPN.

And if they use Windows and it has holes, which it undoubtedly has,

you just open RDP, and here you are.

-No. -Why?

-It would leave a too obvious trace. -So what?

You'd have to clear the log every time.

I don't know.

Only the admin has the access.

What's going on there?

Nothing. We were just wondering.

When is your first class?

What class?

This… School o Good, Tree of Good, whatever.

Tomorrow.

Yes. In the morning.

Very good. Okay, bye. See you later.

-Bye. -Bye.

What's going on there?

I don't know. You heard them.

Not enough information. Must be something serious.

Yes…

Okay, good. I'm out of here.

Where are you going? To Ira?

To Ira.

Your dad said you couldn't, Vitia.

We're not going to tell him.

Deal?

Deal.

The Tree of Good.

Right.

Limbs of the same tree.

Who are they?

Fellow victims.

People who were attacked like Mitia.

I didn't put my own picture there.

Because of your modesty?

I don't have a good picture.

I can do this.

It's weird. Attacks like this

are usually caused by some kind of conflict.

You step on someone's foot;

you look the way someone doesn't like.

You don't have cigarettes on you.

It's too hot outside.

Yes. Anyway, there has to be an excuse. In Mitia's case, there wasn't one.

He is an excuse in himself.

-You're right. -Hey, I'm standing right here.

Maybe you can tell us what they have in common.

At first glance, nothing.

At second glance, also nothing.

They are of various ages.

The attacks took place in different parts of the city.

A retiree, a banker.

A polyamorous girl with low self-esteem.

It's called a prostitute, Mitia.

Whatever you say.

Zoomers, boomers.

Right. These are zoomers, and this one is a typical boomer.

Like you.

Thank you.

-I'm sorry. -It's okay.

Anyway, these attacks have nothing in common.

-Except for the spray paint. -Yes.

By the way, how is Ania?

Okay. She has enrolled into a Lamaze school.

Okay. Eleven attacks.

-Twelve. -Twelve attacks in two months.

-A trend? -Maybe a flash mob.

A flash mob is also a trend.

Twelve attacks that have nothing in common.

Sounds too accidental.

Too accidental? Is it a thing?

Okay.

We need to question everyone.

I summoned all the victims for tomorrow morning,

and the files will be here… Let me see.

Dyachenko, what's going on with my requests?

The doctor said something about an unstable fetus.

-It happens in the early stages. -Does it?

Yes. I think everything will be fine.

Sigarev.

You need to do something about your face.

I… I don't understand.

Your face reads, "Things are bad".

In letters this big.

Sit down and report.

Things are bad.

Be more specific.

Why is that?

Where did it happen and when?

Got it. Thank you.

We'll get the files in the morning. All of them except or one.

And the victims will be here in the morning. Everyone except for one.

Mikhaliov was found in the yard at 17 Tsvetochnaya St.

He was found by a passer-by who called the ambulance.

It was at 4:22 p.m.

The ambulance came at 4:54, but he was already dead.

Why are you wearing this mournful face?

What's in the video?

That's why the face.

Nothing is on the video. Zilch.

Nothing related to Mikhaliov.

The cameras were turned off, and when the body appeared,

they were turned back on.

Okay.

Who is this Mikhaliov?

Andrey Mikhaliov, 32. Mathematician.

You'll be surprised. It's him.

He was attacked four days ago in Tsvetochnaya St.

What about him? Where are the reports?

It's classified. An order from general Sosnovskiy.

Andrey Mikhaliov?

Of course I know him.

Is that why you dragged me here?

First of all, fresh air is good for you.

-Congratulations, by the way. -Thank you.

How well do you know Mikhaliov?

I don't know him. I mean, personally.

I know of his work.

You could say I'm following him.

His thesis, A Composition of Methods for Linearization and Approximation

of Operator, Integral, and Differential Equations

showed that he is a very gifted mathematician.

In it, he solved the Fredholm equation.

Why are you asking me about him?

Mikhaliov is dead.

He was killed.

Poisoned with the same substance you were.

Obviously, Fatum offered him a job.

He said no.

But he didn't have the antidote at hand.

Yes, I was very lucky.

Yes. And he was poisoned not at the place where he was found.

He was probably brought there by car.

Interestingly, all CCTV cameras in the neighborhood were turned off.

Someone took over the traffic lights system

to provide a green wave for their retreat.

So there.

I see.

-The phone. -You have it.

Right.

-Listen, how are you? -What do you mean?

Kolia said the doctor was talking about an unstable fetus.

Everybody knows everything. It's nothing. I'm fine.

-Are you sure? -Listen, not now, okay? It's starting.

Why do you think you were attacked?

I… I don't know.

I don't know.

Did you see that man before?

Could you have hurt him in some way?

No.

Humiliate him, offend him, step on his foot?

No.

Nothing in common.

The only thing they have in common is that the attacker escaped every time.

But it couldn't be his goal.

I don't understand.

Can you describe the attacker?

I don't remember anything.

I don't even know if it was a guy or a girl.

He had this thing on… with a hood.

Excuse me, may I?

Yes.

So you've never seen him before.

As I said, I don't remember anything.

Anna Nikolayevna.

Tania.

Tania, take her, please.

What do you think about it?

We need to separate the real part from the imaginary.

Oh, now I see.

To put it simple, separate dogs from fleas.

Attacks are one thing, and the murder of the mathematician is another.

The first is a stupid childish prank. By the way, they have a good hacker.

He turns off cameras, takes over traffic lights.

And Fatum?

And Fatum simply knows when the next attack is going to happen

and takes advantage of it.

While everybody is focused on the man in the hoodie…

There was at least fifty people.

That's why there were no witnesses when Mikhaliov appeared.

Yes. I think Fatum, or rather Fatum's people,

brought Mikhaliov there and threw him out of the car.

The cameras were turned off.

And the green wave was ready.

Why do you think these attacks were a kids' prank?

Fatum told me that.

What?

When?

Just now.

He called me and congratulated on… Why the hell everyone knows?

He also said that I should learn from Mikhaliov's case.

-Ania, why didn't you say anything? -Enough.

What else?

Also, the next attack will be today.

Where? When?

Half past twelve, in the café at the cycle track.

Let's go.

Sigarev.

Do you believe in what Fatum said?

I don't have reasons not to.

He hasn't lied once yet.

Why would he warn you? And us, of course.

I don't know.

But there is nothing accidental about his actions.

I'm here.

I see. Where is Mitia?

We're here. So fat everything is quiet.

Yes. I see that it's quiet.

Maybe you should have asked Vitia to help.

I can handle it.

Anyway, he doesn't pick up the phone.

It's starting. He has turned off the cameras.

Got it.

We'll tear him apart.

Don't do anything without my order.

That's the cameras we were able to install.

He doesn't know anything about them. I hope.

See?

Mitia, he is going your way. Don't do anything.

Nobody moves!

Got it.

Five… Six… Seven…

-What are you doing? -Don't interrupt me. I'm counting.

Okay, it's approximately 30 meters.

Mitia, head towards the Pushkina St.

Kolia, and you head towards the square.

I'll make a green wave for him.

Got it.

This will hold him up for 30 seconds.

We are on Pushkina St.

Kolia, stay here. Let Mitia's group go to the mall.

Got it.

I'll show him what a clogging is.

He should have studied hydrodynamics and Navier-Stokes equations.

If my calculations are correct,

in a minute you'll see a man at the crossroads

who doesn't know where to go.

Ira.

Ira!

Run.

A girl?

Vitia?

Vitia.

Vitia!

Hello. It's General Sosnovskiy. Send an ambulance now.