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Excuse me?

Do you want me to call someone?

Sir!

Sir!

Do you know him?

No.

Neither do I.

Wait. Maybe we should wait for the police.

What if there is something the police shouldn’t know about?

Like what?

Whatever. I will...

-In a second. I’m sorry. Just a second. -What? Why?

-Is this for me? -No.

-Give it to me. -I don’t think so.

Give it to her. She’ll find out anyway. She will.

Anna, you are an error of the universe. You shouldn’t exist.

The living shouldn’t talk to the dead.

It goes against the Creator’s formula describing the whole universe.

This formula doesn’t envisage your existence.

Mistakes should be corrected.

I’ll kill you the way I killed that apostate. Demiurge.

So, gentlemen, you didn’t hear anything, did you?

No. Nothing.

-Have you searched his pockets? -Yes, Your Honor. Nothing.

-Looks like he’s not from here. -Why do you think so?

He’s obviously a wealthy man.

At his age, he probably had a family and occupation.

He was killed last night, but we haven’t received any reports of a missing person.

Thus, he isn’t local.

Give Anton the photographs as soon as you have them.

Let him find out where the victim stayed.

I’ll get right at it.

Yevgrashin!

Search the garden. Look for the murder weapon.

Yes, sir.

One, two, three...

four, five...

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA THE DETECTIVE

The messenger bringing me this letter, appear, whoever you are.

EPISODE 39. THE DEMIURGE

The spirit bringing me this message, appear to me!

Anna Viktorovna.

Do you know this man? The victim.

No. I’ve never seen him before.

-The letter was addressed to you. -It doesn’t mean the victim wrote it.

The murderer wrote it. Do you understand what it means?

No more than you do.

It feels like it’s written by a scholar. It mentions a formula.

It feels like he’s a fanatic obsessed by some formula.

He calls the victim an apostate. Maybe he came to warn you, and...

The murderer couldn’t allow it.

-You need to leave. -Leave?

-Yes. -Where to?

I don’t know. To some relatives.

No. If he found me here, he’ll find me anywhere.

You’re probably right. But please don’t come outside.

I’ll place guards at your house.

Yes. Thank you.

Is she feeling better after moving in to my house?

Definitely. Thank you, Prince, I don’t smoke.

You shouldn’t, either; doctor’s advice.

Yes.

What can I tell you? She sleeps well and has healthy appetite.

Her hysterics episodes occur less frequently.

What about her mind?

We have certain progress here, too. She realizes she is at your house.

She knows she’s ill. She listens with attention.

She realizes more clearly what’s going on around her.

But to what extent?

I can’t get into her head. Medicine is powerless here.

Doctor, I think you know that Alice doesn’t exactly admire me.

I do, and, actually, it surprises me.

Me, too. She came to hate me as soon as she came to this house.

That’s why I don’t visit her too often – to avoid trauma.

This seems reasonable.

Still, I’d like to know the reason for this enmity.

It’s hard to make conclusions based on her incoherent talk and behavior.

Well, thank you, doctor. I’m pleased with your work.

Thank you.

Oh God. What shall I do?

You need to leave, Annett. You have to.

I’m not going anywhere.

No, no, no. Why should she leave her house?

To Petersburg.

With me. Secretly.

Of course, to Petersburg. Where else? Definitely there. And with you, too.

Here.

The prince invites Anna to stay with him until everything clears up.

What do you mean, stay with him?

Stay at his mansion until the criminal is arrested.

Shtolman promised police protection.

Great. Let them stay guard just for show. Meanwhile, Anna will stay at the prince’s.

There is a big park there. She can go on walks without leaving the estate.

Maybe you’re right. Anna, you should accept prince’s offer.

Maybe this is really... the sensible thing.

Yes. Yes.

-If it makes you all feel better... -Yes.

Bring in more candles. The guests complain at the darkness.

Hello, my dear.

Anton Andreyevich, hello.

It has been a while. You haven’t been here for two weeks.

Did you miss me? Here I am.

-What brings Mr. Detective here? -Did this old gentleman stay here?

Oh God.

-This is horrible. -Yes.

Yes, he came yesterday from St. Petersburg.

-Can I see your registry book? -Yes, of course. Here.

Look. A lacerated wound.

His throat was cut with a glass shard,

most likely, with the neck of a broken bottle.

By the way, the shard of glass I found in the wound

corroborates this theory.

So the murderer came empty-handed and had to improvise, right?

Looks like he did.

It would be absurd to think she brought a bottleneck with him.

He had a bottle, and when he decided to kill, he broke off its neck.

It was an improvisation.

Thus, he came there not to commit a murder.

Why did he come to the Mironovs’ house, then?

I’d put it this way: why did they both come there?

Besides, we haven’t found the murder weapon.

Maybe you didn’t search thoroughly enough.

Yakov Platonovich, I found out everything.

The victim’s name is Aleksandr Fiodorovich Anenkov

he’s a professor of mathematics.

Oh. Mathematicians arguing over the mythical Creator’s formula.

It seems that the murderer is a mathematician, too.

Nobody else could know about this formula.

So, we’re looking for a mathematician.

Then look for him. At the furnished rooms, hotels, at the brothel.

We don’t know what those mathematicians do.

I’ll be at Mironovs.

To the furnished rooms.

Quick!

Come on, Piotr Ivanovich.

-Am I interrupting? -Not at all.

Are you looking for something?

A probable murder weapon.

I can help you look.

If you wish. Look over there.

How is Anna Viktorovna?

She’s hanging in there. She doesn’t show her emotions, you know.

Please make sure she doesn’t leave the house.

She has left already.

Where to?

Prince invited her.

She went through the garden, so nobody could see her from the street.

Her ill-wisher will think she’s at home,

while she’s at another place.

I think it’s reasonable.

-Was it the prince’s idea? -It was.

Any information on the victim?

He’s a university professor from St. Petersburg.

-Is he? What is his name? -Aleksandr Annenkov.

I don’t remember... anyone by this name.

Piotr Ivanovich, wait.

Allow me.

Yakov Platonovich, let me point out

that this object might be the one

which had cut the professor’s throat.

Is this in Greek?

It is. Definitely in Greek. But I can’t read it.

Neither can I.

Thank you for your help, Piotr Ivanovich.

You are most welcome.

Anna, this is blackmail. I think your talent got in someone’s way.

I can’t imagine who that might be.

You probably hurt somebody by participating

in Mr. Shtolman’s investigations.

Don’t give up, Anna. You can stay here as long as you wish. I can protect you.

Thank you. You are very kind.

-I hope we aren’t canceling the seance. -No. I’m ready.

Good. I have invited three interesting people for tomorrow.

-Three? -Yes.

-Who are they? -It’s a secret.

I can only tell you they came from Moscow and Petersburg

just for the seance.

Just to see me?

Of course.

Anna, you still underestimate the huge interest to your talent

in the capital.

It’s all thanks to you.

I just do everything I can to let people know about you.

Thank you. I’m flattered. Can I go see Alice?

Of course. See you at dinner.

Alice, come out. How many times did I tell you a lady shouldn’t hide under the bed?

Alice, look who is here. Mademoiselle Anna.

Get up. Sitting on the floor is unseemly. You’re doing it again!

I thought she was getting better. Dr. Milts said there was a progress.

Leave her alone. Let her sit wherever she wants.

All right.

I’ll be just outside.

How are you? Did you sleep well?

I slept. I saved. I took off. I left. I...

We had a hard morning. We even had a visit from the police.

I won’t talk about it, though. It’s really hard.

Shtolman is friend.

Yes, Shtolman is my friend. He was in a somber mood.

I know he came for an unpleasant reason, but still, he was very gloomy.

What happened?

A disaster.

A disaster?

A man was killed in our garden. Can you believe it?

-For you? -What?

Did the murderer come for you?

Yes, but... Don’t think about it. Just don’t.

Shtolman is your friend.

Yes. My friend Shtolman. My friend.

I still believe it, no matter what.

-Prince not needed. -What?

Alice, what did you say? Alice, do you hear me?

Alice? Alice, say it again.

Prince is good. Prince is good.

Yes, the prince is good. It’s because of him you live here and not at the shelter.

-I live because of prince. -He’s doing so much for you.

Doing so much for me.

Let’s go out.

Let’s.

You don’t like the prince, do you?

Your friend prince doesn’t like.

Prince doesn’t like my friend or my friend doesn’t like prince?

-Both. -How do you know that?

What is it? Alice, what happened? Oh God. Careful.

This way, quick. Oh my God. What is this? Sit down.

-Smelling salts. -Give it to me, quick. Now, now.

I took salt. Salt isn’t here. Hold her! Hold her! Now!

Please hurry up. Now, now. Hush, my dear. Everything will be fine.

It’s all right. Hold on, hold on.

-They watch and listen always. -Who?

-They kills me. -Who, my dear?

Everybody want kill me.

No, no. Everybody loves you. You’re mistaken.

You loves me. Nobody more.

Hush. Do you hear me? You’ll be fine. Got it?

-Everything will be fine. -Everything will be fine.

It will be bad without you.

Listen, I’ll never leave you. Do you hear me? Do you trust me?

I’ll always be with you.

Oh God. I can’t find it. Where’s the salt?

It’s not here. What shall I do? God!

Here it is.

-Where? -Here.

How could I drop it?

Quick.

-Thank God nothing happened. -Yes.

Get up.

Come on, let’s go.

Easy.

What is it, doctor? Poison?

No, quite the opposite.

Looks like the tisane used for treating kidneys.

By the way, the label is in Greek. The bottle used to contain unction.

Unction? It’s olive oil with supplements. It’s imported from Greece.

That’s right. They use it in church during the service.

Thank you, doctor.

Suppose a monomaniac obsessed with the creator’s formula

hid at the Mironovs’ garden waiting for Anna.

Then Annenkov came up, and he killed him.

Why was he waiting for her?

Obviously, to warn her about the danger.

But the murderer had no weapon.

Maybe he wasn’t going to kill him on that day.

He wanted to watch the Mironovs, and then the professor appeared.

Without a weapon, but with a bottle of unction. This is...

-Who does import unction? -Churches, monasteries.

Thank you. So, go to the churches.

We need to find out who is bottling a homemade potion into unction bottles.

I’ll go to the monastery.

Wonderers, God’s fools, and other mentally unstable people

often find refuge at monasteries.

Good thinking.

We offer lodgings and food to every sufferer.

Who is responsible for the lodgings?

I am.

How many lodgers do you have?

25, as of last night. But they keep coming and going.

Some leave for good, others come back for the night.

There will be new arrivals by the evening, too.

-How do you register them? -Register?

Do you have some kind of ledger?

A ledger? God forbid. We don’t even ask for their names. God knows them all.

He sees them all.

No doubt about it.

How many of your lodgers are mentally ill?

That depends on the point of view.

For you they are mentally ill, for us – God’s people.

-How many God’s people, then? -All of them.

Did any of them mention the Creator’s formula?

I never heard of it.

There is only one God’s formula – a prayer.

Does any of the brethren make tisanes for treatment?

Of course. I do. Has the rumor reached the police, too?

It has.

What is it you need to be treated for?

Curiosity. I often mind other people’s business.

Do you have any cure for this?

Prayer, my son. Again, it’s prayer. But if you have a kidney disease...

Right. Did anyone come for this kind of treatment yesterday?

A God’s man was here yesterday, complaining of kidney ache.

I gave him my tisane.

-In an unction bottle? -Yes. It comes from Greece.

We have many of them here.

-Did he spend the night here? -I think so. I saw him this morning.

-Is he coming in the evening? -I have no idea.

Help us, Father. Cooperate with the investigation.

Godspeed.

Well? What are we waiting for?

I was...

Why are you so shocked?

You sit here like a parrot, revealing yourself.

Anyone can see you are in disguise.

What am I...

Firstly, you have to get up when talking to your senior.

And you need to work. A novice is always working. Otherwise, he’ll rise suspicions.

What is this formula about?

Mathematicians are working on it.

It’s supposed to contain the whole universe. Here.

This is sacrilege. God is the formula of everything.

No doubts, science has made a break recently.

But many mysteries still remain unsolved.

Take the probability theory, for one.

Does it exist?

Can you believe it, Maria Timofeyevna?

It’s a mathematical theory predicting the probability of certain events.

Where do you get all this from? I forgot when I last saw you with a book.

I take information from the universe itself.

Yes, I do.

By the way, I have tried to apply the probability theory many times,

but I never managed to predict when the ace of trumps comes out.

There will be three mathematicians at our club’s session tomorrow.

You can consult them.

Are they professors?

One associate and two professors. One of them – the renowned prof. Annenkov.

He isn’t coming.

They found him at the pavilion this morning.

Shtolman told me.

Why did he come to us?

-Excuse me. -Anna.

Professor Annenkov’s spirit, reveal yourself.

Professor... what are you writing?

It appears the formula is as endless as the universe itself.

Why did you come to me? Were you trying to warn me?

Here! It’s all here.

He’s right. You are a mistake.

You shouldn’t exist.

Who? Who is right?

The Demiurge?

-Miss? Are you all right? -Yes. I’m fine.

-They are waiting for you. -Where?

In the garden.

Yakov Platonovich? Did you want to see me?

I’m sorry for disturbing you.

It’s all right. Why don’t you come in?

Honestly, I didn’t want to see anyone except you.

I wondered how you were.

I’m fine. The prince is being nice. My family came to visit me.

Do you really feel safe here?

I wish I knew what this safety looks like.

That’s true.

-You look tired. -I probably am. This day was a waste.

You know what I think? The Demiurge is a mathematician, as well as Annenkov.

You think so, too?

Unfortunately, there are no other mathematicians in town.

Tomorrow the prince is expecting two mathematicians,

from St. Petersburg and Moscow.

By the way, Annenkov came on his invitation, too.

I see.

I’ll be at the prince’s tomorrow, too. Don’t tell him, though.

Let it be a surprise.

-Do you suspect him again? -Don’t leave the house at night.

I won’t.

Take care of yourself.

Alice! Get out of there.

Alice.

God!

God, what is it?

What is it?

No traces of forced entrance. The doors are intact.

I swear! She was in bed at 9 PM. I checked, as usual.

The locks, the windows, and the doors.

-Did you lock the door last night? -Yes, as usual.

-As usual? -Yes.

So, you do the same thing every night? The same operation, up to the last move?

Yes. I could lock this door even in my sleep.

That’s right: in your sleep. Maybe you dreamed it.

What do you mean?

Maybe you were daydreaming when you closed the door thinking that you’d locked it.

You do it every night, after all.

But the door was locked in the morning. I’m not crazy.

Then I am. A girl disappearing from a locked room?

I locked it.

Who else has the keys?

Dr. Milts and I. Nobody else.

Could someone have made a copy?

I keep my keys in a drawer in the office.

Where are they now?

They are here.

I see. I’ll probably have more questions later.

I’m at your service at any time.

Anna Viktorovna, you had dreams about Alice earlier.

They even helped us.

It’s just that I usually dream about....

No, Alice is alive. I can feel that.

It’s good that she’s alive.

I’ll find her. I promise. I will find her.

No. It’s all my fault. It’s me... It’s all because of me.

What is your fault?

Everything. I only hurt everyone. Even poor Alice.

What do you have to do with all that?

I’m a mistake. I shouldn’t exist. Do you understand?

-What a ridiculous idea! -That’s what he told me.

I do not fit into the Creator’s formula. I shouldn’t exist.

Who said this?

This Annenkov. He is so... evil, so disgusting!

Don’t listen to him. You are the best, the finest part of this universe.

We all need you. Your parents, your family, and I.

What? What did you say?

-That we all need you. -No. You said something else.

The universe needs you.

Well?

Nothing. He was looking around. Looked into the bathroom.

Asked me stupid questions about the keys.

Is he a good detective?

He’s a great detective.

I don’t know. Didn’t seem so to me.

I know this is very unpleasant...

Unpleasant? A person was kidnapped from my house!

Kidnapped?

Well, she didn’t run away by herself. I thought I found a rapport with her.

Maybe that’s exactly why they kidnapped her.

We need to find out cui prodest.

Please. I need to know everything Shtolman knows.

Of course. If he isn’t the kidnapper.

Where could she have gone?

She’s sick.

Where do you keep the keys to Alice’s room?

They are on the key ring.

Could someone have made a copy?

No. The ring is always on me.

Have you noticed anything unusual about her recently?

The most unusual thing is that she is sick.

I never doubted it. She couldn’t have disappeared by herself.

Someone had to help her.

What? Do you suspect me? Do you think I helped her run away?

So she did ran away?

Calm down, Doctor. Do you have a microscope?

-Excuse me, what? -A microscope.

I do.

Thank you.

Still, I can’t understand this. Doctor, I need your consultation.

I found a tuff of hair in connection with one case.

I need to know whether this is skin.

No, it is glue. The hair was glued to a piece of cloth.

It’s probably a wig.

That’s what I thought. Thank you.

Yakov Platonovich, I want to ask you a favor.

Please keep me in the loop.

I mean, about Alice’s disappearance.

Of course.

Here. He took the kidney tisane. He was here two days ago, too.

I don’t know how it happened. I just don’t.

She was here. I locked all the locks.

When I came back, she wasn’t here.

Please leave me here alone.

Please let me be here alone. I need it. Please.

Of course.

Alice, Alice, where are you?

Give me a sign. What happened to you?

You left your toy soldier. You love it so much.

You left it for me.

Freeze. Step away from the door.

Come on. Move it, quick!

Please. Gentlemen, His Excellence will be here any minute.

What a surprise. Are you going to attack me again?

You wish. Maybe at some other place. This is a decent house.

Yes. We should keep from fighting in this house.

Are you here for the club meeting, too?

I am.

If I knew you would be here, though...

Professor Annenkov wrote to me

that the prince had promised a donation to your faculty.

-He did. That’s why we said yes. -Yes, but where is the professor?

I don’t know. He left before me. He should be here already.

I’m sorry, gentlemen.

Associate Professor Kulikov, I’m glad you’re here.

And you must be professor Obruchev. Glad to see you. Kirill Razumovsky.

Gentleman, have you met already?

-Yes, we have. -Very good.

I don’t know anything. I haven’t done anything.

Don’t lie to me. The cellarer told me you were the one.

The one what? I’m a pilgrim. I came from Nizhny.

A pilgrim... Did you come here for the tisane earlier?

I was here yesterday. Why? It isn’t against the law.

Who sent you?

I don’t know. This gentleman approached me at the monastery.

-How did she look? -Nothing special.

I didn’t see him very well. It was dark, as I said.

He told me to bring another bottle tonight.

To the house where you caught me.

Bring it for whom?

How would I know? He said they’d know.

Yakov Platonovich, Anna Viktorovna is at the prince’s house.

Come on. Orderly! A carriage for me.

THE DEMIURGE