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I can see you have noticed it already, Mr. judicial investigator.

There is no hiding from you.

I would argue which one of us is the detective.

Shtolman--judicial investigator, as you correctly noted.

Let me introduce myself:

Gudkov, a landowner.

Pleasure to meet you.

I must say that group drew my attention.

They live a full life, despite their age.

That is enviable.

Creme de la creme.

Only there is no more life in them than in that roasted pig

you were eating earlier.

I'm not sure I know what you mean.

What if I told you that all these people are dead?

Yes, yes, you've heard it right.

All of them are walking dead.

Vampires.

Prince Lapshin. Retired Brigadier Kapustin.

Landowner Rodionova. Countess Yeleonskaya.

First-rate vampires, each one of them.

Do you mean they all drink the blood of the common folk?

No, I mean they feed on blood

of the young and the innocent.

This whole ballroom is full of dead people, Mr. Shtolman,

and you are one of them.

I think you have had too much champagne.

You died five years ago.

And everybody knows that.

Yakov Platonovich, have you seen Dr. Milz?

They are going to play the last waltz now, Yelena Adamovna.

Yes. The ball is over.

Andriusha, invite Sonya.

She has been standing in the corner all night.

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I'll be happy to.

May I have this dance, Sofia Kazimirovna?

Of course.

Anna Viktorovna, may I--

Anna Viktorovna, may I have the honor?

Of course.

Excuse me.

You have lost all caution.

Just one dance.

Liza, come on. Please, stop sulking.

You know how badly I wanted to go to that ball.

And you know there was no way for us to appear there.

No. I don't know.

Why is that?

Because that would have caused a scandal.

So, we aren't going to appear anywhere together now, are we?

My goodness.

What kind of nonsense is this, my angel?

Of course we are.

It's just it will take some time for the dust to settle.

How much?

How much time will it take?

A year. Maybe two.

No, Victor. I can't bear it.

People treat us like criminals.

Look.

I did tell you that...

that this wouldn't be easy.

I'm actually having a hard time.

I have fewer clients now.

Not many people seek my services.

But your love makes up for everything.

You have made me the happiest of men.

Why don't we go away, to St. Petersburg or to Moscow?

You know I can't leave my family at the moment.

No, I don't. Why?

They are doing just fine without you.

Please, let's go away.

At least for a while, a month, maybe two.

Please, I can't bear it here.

Everybody's pointing fingers at me.

All right.

Give me some time.

Good morning, Solange. How are you?

Thank you, Mr. Pankratov, I am well. They are expecting you.

Are you truly well?

You look pale.

I am. I just didn't get enough sleep.

Yelena Adamovna. Good morning.

Good morning, Andrey Yuryevich.

Lovely flowers.

Well, give them to me then.

Well, what is it?

Speak.

You have come to propose, am I right?

You are.

You are so timid.

You are afraid of rejection, aren't you?

You shouldn't be.

Please, forgive me, Yelena Adamovna.

I have indeed come to propose...

to Sofia Kazimirovna.

How embarrassing.

Emilia Karlovna.

What am I to make of this, Andrey Yuryevich?

You visited my house,

you courted my daughter, you convinced her of your feelings,

and now you won't marry her?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Countess, but you are wrong.

I have never made any advances to Yelena Adamovna.

That's not what she says.

And my daughter would never lie to her mother.

I admit I have equally enjoyed the company of Yelena and Sofia,

until I realized that my heart belonged to the latter.

I must have fallen for her from the start.

I am asking for your ward's hand in marriage, Emilia Karlovna.

Are you now?

And are you aware, dear sir,

that Sofia has no dowry to offer?

She is poor as a church mouse.

I don't care about that at all. I have no need of her money.

My answer is no, sir.

But why? Why are you refusing me?

Do you question the seriousness of my intentions?

I swear I love Sofia Kazimirovna with all my heart

and I will do anything for her happiness.

This is out of the question.

Farewell, Andrey Yuryevich.

And please, spare us your company from now on.

You are no longer welcome here.

Did I get this right? The dead man stood up and left?

That's exactly what happened, sir.

I nearly died of fright.

Who was he?

Nobody really, some beggar.

Policemen brought him from the sloboda yesterday afternoon.

He'd been lying right on the street, all dead.

- Who examined the body? - I did.

Looks like he had a fit.

Crooked arms and legs, blood on the lips.

And he... smelled, quite a bit.

So I sent him to the mortuary.

I should have guessed he was a vampire.

Good morning. Anton Andreyevich, you're here too.

- Anna Viktorovna. - Is something the matter?

Yes, vampires have showed up here in Zatonsk.

How curious. We haven't had those yet.

You shouldn't laugh, Anna Viktorovna.

You wouldn't be laughing if you'd seen it yourself.

How can we not laugh, my good man?

Have you worked here long?

About two years.

How have you not been taught in all this time that one doesn't establish death just by looking?

Anton Andreyevich, it's nothing but a mistake.

- Yeah. - They brought in a stinking street rat with no vital signs,

and of course they tossed him into the mortuary right away.

And if they hadn't been squeamish,

they might have found his pulse--right?-- and heard his breathing.

And I'm telling you he was a fiend, a vampire for sure!

Long teeth, large ears,

all covered in sores and scabs, as if he'd been lying in a grave!

And most importantly, his hair!

Reddish!

So what?

You know all vampires are red-haired!

I'm sorry.

This is how you repay my kindness?

By stealing Yelena's suitors?

- Emilia Karl-- - Quiet!

You tramp.

You harlot.

I brought you into my home because I felt sorry for you, and you--

You brazen hussy.

You are being unfair.

Yes, Andrey and I love each other and we want to get married.

How is that wrong?

You are not getting married.

Don't even think about it, your only road is to a convent,

to atone for your ancestral sins.

What sins, what are you talking about?

Lock her in her room.

And no letters!

No visitors either!

Yes, ma'am.

You are not getting out of the house anymore.

I'll chain you if I have to.

You don't know what you're doing, but it's all right,

I'll take care of you.

Go to your room.

Solange! Solange, what's wrong?

What is it now?

Somebody... We should send for the doctor.

Hush, dear, hush, hang in there--

As if it's something to wail about, gosh!

Just an undisplaced, closed fracture.

We'll put it in a cast, and you'll be as good as new in a month.

It hurts so much!

- Give me morphine,. - Yes.

- Hush now, hush, come on. - Oh God!

What is this?

I'm sorry.

It hurts, I can't take it!

It's going to ease in a moment.

Let's step out, Anna Viktorovna.

May I ask where your head is?

Ivan Yevgenyevich, I think I apologized.

I don't need your apologies.

We are not strolling along the promenade

or in the ballroom where you danced last night.

You're daydreaming about your admirers instead of working!

You have no right to use this tone of voice with me.

Everyone has the right to make mistakes. - Did you think of the price of yours?

You have become nervous and inattentive-- - Because you're always finding faults with me!

I have worked here six months and nobody ever criticized my work!

I seriously doubt it.

Go mix the plaster.

You can no longer see patients.

What? You can't do this to me.

If you really decided to devote yourself to medicine,

you will have to prove it to me.

Very well. I will.

Frankly speaking, I am surprised by your visit,

Mr. judicial investigator.

Poor Solange's death must be an accident,

it isn't worth your attention.

I wouldn't be so sure.

Death of a young healthy woman cannot but raise suspicions.

Your maid may have been poisoned.

Poisoned? Here, in my house?

This is out of the question.

We... all... loved Solange.

She was an angel.

I can't imagine how I'm going to manage without her.

But of course, you should do whatever you have to do in this kind of situations.

I'm only doing my job, ma'am.

I think I saw you at the ball last night.

It's possible.

It's a shame that

our acquaintance is overshadowed by this tragic incident.

You are very handsome...

Mr. Shtolman.

I... have noticed

the way you looked

at me

last night.

You were the queen of the ball...

Countess.

Excuse me.

Yakov Platonovich, good day.

I suppose I can get to work?

I'm looking forward to your report, Doctor.

Goodbye.

Anton Andreyevich!

A minute of your time.

Do you know anything about the owner of the house?

Not much.

Emilia Karlovna Yeleonskaya, a widow,

quite rich, as you may have noticed.

She assimilated into our high society pretty quickly,

and I have never heard anything untoward about her.

Yes, a pleasant woman,

but perhaps too amorous for her age.

You think so?

I hear her reputation is flawless.

I'm not questioning that.

I see you're showing an interest in the countess.

More like curiosity.

You know, I was told an amusing story at the ball last night.

What story?

Wait, sir! This is wolfsbane! The flower is poisonous.

You seem to be drawn to poisons.

You're the police, aren't you?

- We are. - We are.

You can watch it all you want, but you'd better not touch it.

I've felt it for a while, sirs, that something bad will happen in the house.

Why is that?

Strange things are happening there.

I won't lie, I haven't seen anything myself.

But both the cook and the housekeeper

keep saying they have been seeing

a vampire in the window at night lately.

What? A vampire?

Exactly. The undead.

You see, the story I was told at the ball last night was about vampires.

I can't believe it.

This morning, I talked to a hospital attendant who swore

that a dead man came back to life and escaped from the mortuary.

That's one too many evil spirits in the past couple of days.

What do you have, Doctor?

Yakov Platonovich, I can't rule out poisoning, although

Mademoiselle Solange could have died of natural reasons.

Judging by her skin, she had a mild case of anemia.

But it is caused by blood loss.

I believe it's different in this case.

I talked to a maid.

And she said that Mademoiselle Solange

hasn't had any trauma or surgery recently.

So, as always, an autopsy will make everything clear.

Officers will deliver her soon.

Very well.

Strange, it's all very strange.

I have to go now. Interview the servants, Anton Andreyevich,

let them tell you about this mysterious vampire.

Believe me...

Believe me, the moment I finished reading,

tears were flowing from my eyes.

Ah, how accurately you described the rapture of young love in this chapter!

Do you think so?

Yes. And the step back into the characters' past

is also very important and appropriate.

After all, we must tell the readers how

the relationship between Agatha and Porfiriy Platonovich began,

to show from what height they plunged down deep into the abyss of misery later.

You speak as though you too have experienced something like this.

Oh, my dearest friend...

You are the only person to whom I could relate the story of my broken heart one day.

- So tell me. - Oh, no.

I demand it!

Very well, as you wish.

I was 23.

I tutored the son of a newly rich merchant in Russian.

But my efforts were fruitless,

and his father betrothed him to the equally rich daughter

of a merchant from the neighboring town.

Whom he had never even met.

And?

She wrote letters to him.

And what letters those were...

They radiated intelligence, erudition, remarkable individuality.

Her fiance, of course, didn't see it.

He could barely read.

Long story short, he talked me into replying to her under his name.

And so an amazing epistolary romance began.

My God.

How romantic.

I wrote to her from the bottom of my heart.

And with each new reply of hers, I realized I was falling deeper in love.

But what could I offer her?

My heart ached when I thought

that this sophisticated creature would belong to this barbarian.

It must have been very painful.

No words can describe it.

The wedding day came at last...

and, invited by my employer,

I went to the neighboring town with the whole family.

That's when I saw her.

She was a beauty. An angel from heaven.

Of course, I didn't give myself away,

and she had eyes only for the groom.

My God...

I got drunk at the wedding table that night...

And it was very late and everybody had left when one of the guests sat next to me.

A young man of about my age.

He was as drunk and miserable as I was.

And he told me that he had tutored the bride in Russian,

that she was thick as a brick...

Whereas her fiance, judging by his letters,

was a remarkable man.

Oh my god...

The woman I loved didn't exist.

I corresponded with her tutor.

Maria Timofeyevna, we should leave this place now, please, don't turn around.

Nonsense, Aleksey Yegorovich.

Of course, we are staying here.

So, Dr. Skriabin forbade you to see patients and sent you to me.

Yes, he said that this way, I wouldn't be able to harm anyone.

That's odd.

I was sure you two would get along.

Well, let's get back to our Solange.

Unmistakable myocardial damage.

And asphyxia.

So, either cardiac arrest led to asphyxia, or the other way around.

Look closer, Doctor, there are signs of stomach inflammation.

You are absolutely right.

And Dr. Skriabin is wrong about you.

By the way, it looks like she

had coffee this morning, so poisoning is also possible.

Give me the speculum, please.

Doctor, look, she has some kind of marks on the back.

What is this?

Mr. Gudkov?

I'm Shtolman, judicial investigator.

Please, open the door, we met at the ball last night.

Mr. Gudkov?

These are wet cupping marks.

There's your cause of anemia.

But why did she have her blood drawn?

Regularly, too.

These marks are very fresh, and those already healed.

Aleksandr Franzevich, you sent for me?

Yes, I wanted to consult you, Doctor.

You have before you a young woman of 20.

She collapses...

then convulses, and dies 15 minutes later.

An autopsy shows signs of asphyxia

and myocardial damage, and these spots over here.

I would like to hear your opinion.

Anything could have caused cardiac arrest.

For example, an infection.

Infection?

Note this spot.

This is where a clasp of the undergarment chafed on the skin.

Check it, I bet you'll find it rusty.

The skin was inflamed and

staphylococcus got into the wound.

Staphylococcus, you say?

Yes, in some cases, the disease is asymptomatic

until it reaches a vital organ, in this case, the heart.

Yes, this is a logical explanation.

What about the inflammation of the stomach?

Do you believe this is what caused the cardiac arrest?

What an entertaining theory.

Aleksandr Franzevich, if you don't need me anymore--

Yes, of course, you may go.

Wait, Doctor.

Why do you think she had her blood drawn?

I have no idea. What does it matter anyway?

I'm sorry, Yakov Platonovich, but I--

I have to question you.

Of course, I'll answer all your questions.

What brought you to Mr. Gudkov's place?

Believe it or not, it was he who told me that amusing story about vampires at the ball.

What exactly did he tell you?

Mysticism aside...

he told me about a secret society, the members of which he called

the walking dead.

And he is murdered on the next day.

Yes... What about the countess's servants?

Eh, they all keep talking about a vampire...

Beg to report, sir.

We interviewed the neighbors and the watchman:

no one has visited him since last night.

I don't understand...

He didn't stake himself in the chest, did he?

I suppose it is possible. We'll have to wait for Dr. Milz's report.

- Yeah. - Take it away.

By the way, did you notice the library of the deceased?

No.

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He clearly believed in vampires.

To the point of believing himself to be one of them?

Why is nobody approaching us?

Waiter!

Waiter!

Waiter!

What would you like, ma'am?

I have been waving at you for an hour.

I apologize. What would you like to order?

A Vienna coffee and petit four.

Victor!

What will you have?

I'll have the same as the lady.

See, darling, I told you nothing would happen.

You're right...

my angel.

So I have been thinking... Why did she have her blood drawn all the time?

Beauty takes sacrifice.

I knew ladies in St. Petersburg who resorted to this method

to achieve a certain intriguing pallor of complexion.

Good god, how ridiculous!

And dangerous!

Have your heard about the Viennese Institute of Beauty?

Doctors there give ladies their youth back by surgical methods.

I hear Empress Maria Feodorovna herself used their services.

No way!

Amazing... But it's still risky.

Anna?

Anna, what's wrong?

Consolamentum.

Consolamentum...

What has happened?

There is something wrong with me.

I keep seeing a different country,

a different time, and a woman being burnt at the stake.

Who is that woman?

I am that woman.

Well, why are you just standing there?

Go on, take this stick out.

No way, Ivan Yevgenyevich.

He must be buried like this, with the stake, so that he doesn't rise,

with his face down, too.

All right, go, if you're so scared, I'll manage on my own.

Thank you very much.

Why are our people like this...

Nothing but ignorance and... obscurantism.

Anna Viktorovna!

Yakov Platonovich...

I'm so happy you were able to come here tonight.

I wanted to see you too.

Wait...

Let me tell you about that poor French girl, Solange.

Did you determine the cause of death?

Yes, she hurt herself on a rusty undergarment clasp...

The doctor believes it caused cardiac arrest and asphyxia.

So it wasn't poisoning...

No, but there is an interesting detail.

She had wet cup marks on her back.

Just imagine, she had her blood drawn regularly.

It's strange, but it all adds up.

What are you talking about?

One of the guests at the ball last night told me that

Countess Yeleonskaya and her secret society

drank blood of the young and the innocent.

And today, I have found that man dead,

with a wooden stake in his chest.

And Solange worked for Yeleonskaya.

This can't be just a coincidence.

Please, be careful.

Krutin is still out there.

Do you think this may be his doing?

I feel that he may be involved.

I'll go see the countess tomorrow and talk to her again.

Solange lived in her house, she didn't go out.

The countess must have known about this strange bloodletting.

You too be careful, Yakov Platonovich.

I promise.

Go, it's late.

Just a little longer.

If you don't go now...

then in a minute I won't let you.

Good night.

Sonya...

Andrey!

I heard Solange was dead.

Yes, she died almost right after you left.

God, what a tragedy.

Emilia Karlovna got so upset that she forgot to lock me up.

Has she gone away?

She always goes away on Fridays.

Sonya...

You can't stay in this house any longer.

I'll take you away.

You are of age, you can decide what to do with your life on your own.

We'll get married tomorrow.

You don't understand.

I can't marry you, we won't be happy.

Just let me look at you one last time so I'll remember you.

What are you talking about?

We'll be together our whole life.

There is a curse on me.

What curse?

Who told you this? Was it her?

This is nonsense.

Solange?

But who are you?

Oh, you must be that gentleman who was telling stories about vampires.

What do you want from me?

Do you want me to go somewhere?

- Sonya, are you asleep? - Not yet.

You know, I've come to tell you

that I'm not mad at you about Andrey.

Really?

I liked Andrey.

But what is there to be done if he chose you?

You are like a sister to me.

And I want nothing but happiness for you.

I have more than enough admirers as it is.

I think I'll find a match somehow.

But you know, Lyalya, your mother won't allow our marriage.

Just wait. She might change her mind.

I'll try to talk to her.

Thank you.

But I don't think it will help.

Say...

Has she ever told you what this family curse is?

No, never.

THE VAMPIRE

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