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And now, the fight we've all been waiting for.

The best of the best!

Nikita Belov and the fighter that hasn't lost a single fight, Ilya Sazhin.

Ilya... Ilya, what's wrong?

What happened? Get up!

What's going on? Ilya!

Ilya!

Ilya has passed away.

Let them call the police doctor, don't get in their way.

Find Golovin for me.

Got it.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

ANNA, THE DETECTIVE

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Just imagine, a cloud of dust in the air,

one of them is lying down,

and the judge is holding the other's arm up, as in, he's the winner.

The winner.

And the winner leaves the ring, and in a couple minutes he falls dead.

An inexplicable death.

Spare me these tales. You know I don't like that sport.

And then, a rumor in the crowd, a rumor, like...

a wind over the woods.

Perisher, perisher, perisher. What a wild word, perisher.

A deadly strike.

When I heard that about the perisher, everything got cold inside me.

And my hair stood up, I swear.

Excuse me for asking, how were you involved in all this?

Only as a spectator. Only.

Really, you were just watching?

My interest was strictly academic.

Why do you think I was gambling right away?

Why do you think I was betting?

That has kind of offensive overtones, after all.

It's a derogatory suspicion on your part.

Fine, it's not worth your bother.

I shouldn't have told you.

-Uncle. -Yes?

Have you been to those fights?

Yes, I have. What now? Are you going to chastise me, too?

No, of course not.

What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.

I had a dream where Shtolman gets killed in the ring.

Do you think it's a prophetic dream?

Do I ever have any others?

Well, warn Shtolman to stay off the ring.

The lumberjacks got her out of the noose.

We sawed the branch off for a detailed investigation. Here.

Well, I think it's obvious. Another drama of broken hopes.

By the way, I won't be surprised if it turns out she was pregnant

and her fiance dumped her. So she decided to take her own life.

You're wrong, Aleksandr Frantzevich. This is murder.

I'm sure she was hanged. There must have been a third party.

What do you see, Korobeinikov?

The rope, the rope print...

It's like from an anchor cable. Look how deeply the bark is torn off.

The rope tore into the branch and slid down it under the weight of the body.

From which I conclude that the deceased was first hanged on this branch,

and then brought up the rope.

Monsters.

And she only has one boot on.

She's not Cinderella to run around in one boot.

So the murderer, or murderers, were dragging her and didn't notice

that one of her boots flew off along the way.

Are you crying? Are you going to cry over every dead body like that?

What do you have, doctor?

Her cervical vertebrae are torn.

And as to whether she was dead before the hanging, like you suspect,

I will only be able to tell after a detailed investigation.

There, found it.

-Annette... -Uncle,

take to where those fights take place.

-Why? -Because I'm worried.

About Shtolman.

Uncle, you said yourself, there's some kind of lethal strike...

What are you going to do there...

I don't know. I just to want to see that place, at least.

-My God, I'm so petty. -What happened?

It's embarrassing. Someone stole my pocket watch during the fight,

and I keep thinking about that.

A man got killed, and I keep thinking about it, and I can't stop. Terrible.

Wow, look how many.

And the money is here. Consequently, this wasn't a robbery.

From the look of it, the deceased's name was Nastya.

Padlock keys, and so many of them...

she was probably the stewardess at one of the warehouses.

What's this?

-Some kind of dust. -I think it's flour.

Where are the flour warehouses in this town?

-Well... on Warehouse Street. -Yes.

Well then, we're going to have to take a walk there.

And you, Anton Andreievich, ask the locals,

maybe someone knew the deceased.

Oh... Yakov Platonovich, I completely forgot.

I got a letter for you at the station this morning.

And now, my matchless Yakov, you live like a deity in my fancies.

I know I am doomed to loving you forever. More acutely than before.

Because I feel your presence in every drop of my bitter suffering.

-Was it here? -Yes. Yes. Right here.

The spectators all around. And I was standing right there.

That's where they... got my watch.

God, is it really interesting to anybody?

There was a ton of spectators. Bread and circuses!

Do you remember the fighter's name?

Sazhin. Ilya Sazhin. And his opponent was Belov.

They're both famous, both strong fighters. Favorites.

The death of a man won't stop anybody...

How can I help you?

Good... Good afternoon.

Do you remember me?

I'm a frequent guest, a regular customer, you could say.

I do. But there won't be anything here tonight.

I know. I... I... I'm here about a different matter.

There... there was a fight here the night before last.

Suppose there was. What's the matter?

Don't take it the wrong way, but there are pickpockets around here.

I didn't go to the police, nothing like that.

But I thought I would definitely let you know.

-Annette, let's go. -Yes.

Let's go.

Let's go, Annette. Let's go.

-Do you see something? -There are two of them.

One of the fighters from last night, and I see a girl next to him.

Must be his fiancee. She was devastated. Let's go, Annette.

Let's go, let's go. Wait for me.

Annette, Annette...

Are you feeling better? Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe...

-I'm all right, I'm all right. -The nerve on that fellow...

Like a hippopotamus or something.

I said this, I said that...

Shook him down as if he was supposed to give me back my watch right that second.

But he wouldn't go.

Well, let's go. Hold on.

I was thinking, maybe he recognized you.

And realized why we were there.

That could very well be the case. Oh, there goes Mr Shtolman.

Yakov Platonovich, good afternoon. What brings you here?

Good afternoon. It's me who should be asking you what you're doing here.

Oh, my watch got stolen. I thought I'd get it back. Came here.

-Here, at the warehouse? -Well, it's not just any warehouse.

Do you happen to be here about the fighter's death?

-What fighter? -I think we're here on the same case.

You and your private investigations, Anna Viktorovna.

So what do you have?

Fist fighting takes place here.

And we found out that one of the fighters died, Ilya Sazhin.

And today, his fiancee died.

Rumors travel fast around here. Do you know her name, too, maybe?

Do you know why she died?

What does that have to do with you?

Could I talk to you for a minute? In private.

Of course.

I had a very strange dream. You are in danger.

And it has to do with this place, with that fist fighting.

So you're here because of me?

I just wanted to have look around and tell you.

Thank you. I... I think I can handle it myself.

No. You can't fight under any circumstances. No fist fighting!

I wasn't going to fight.

Please, go home, and I'll take care of myself.

Annette, Annette...

Our sleuth is jealous.

Why do you think that?

Well, catching criminals is his business. And then you the fairy come along.

Maybe I'm a witch to him.

A fairy, you're a fairy. He was looking at you like a fairy.

Police. Investigator Shtolman. Are you the owner of the warehouse?

No. I'm the storekeeper.

-What's your name? -Fidar.

-And who's the owner of the warehouse? -Krymov. Sava Mikhailovich.

Are these keys yours, Fidar?

They're ours. How did they end up with the police?

-How do you think? -How should I know?

Do you have an assistant, a stewardess?

I do. Nastya Kalinkina.

-When did you see her last? -I saw her yesterday.

And when did the fighter die?

What are you talking about? This is a warehouse.

Quit arguing. You hold fist fights here. Why didn't you report his death?

Where did you hide his body?

Well... She took it. Nastya.

Nastya, his fiancee. What happened to her?

Murdered.

Sazhin?

In the flesh. God rest his soul.

Fidar! Our boys found Nikita, they're beating him to death!

I didn't have the heart to go up.

-Where? -The empty lot behind the church.

What's happening?

Looks like the boys decided that Nikita has to answer for Ilya.

Where? Show me, I'll handle it.

This is for Ilya!

Police!

Disperse, I said! Disperse!

What are you doing?

Who did you come here to protect? The murderer?

Don't even think about it.

Afraid, copper? Come on, one on one.

You're big boys, but you're not doing it right.

Get that one to the station.

Maybe we should cancel the gatherings for now.

What are you so worried about?

-We've got a dead body. -What, is he the first one?

I feel uneasy.

And how do we cancel?

It's already announced. People have placed their bets.

-Sava Mikhailovich... -Whot?

-The police are here to see you. -Tell them to come in.

-Well, here we go. -Calm down, you.

-Mr Krymov? -That's right. To who do I have the honor?

Shtolman, Head of Investigations.

Karamyshev, merchant in the First Guild.

Are you involved with the fist fighting, too?

Let's say I'm an aficionado.

Do you know that fist fighting takes place at one of your warehouses?

Let's say I let the fans of this sport meet under my roof.

I don't remember hearing this sport being allowed in the town.

What's there to allow?

People come to show their prowess, try their strength.

And they try it until death.

A tragic accident. The boy turned out weak, it happens.

-And his fiancee? -What about her?

Killed last night. She was your employee, wasn't she?

-Was she at the fight last night? -She was.

-And you haven't seen her after that? -No.

-And you? -Where would I see her?

She doesn't work for me.

Gentlemen, two murders took place. An investigation is ongoing.

If you have something to say, now is the time.

Murders? I don't know anything about any murders.

You're starting in the wrong place, Investigator.

If you have any specific charges, you're welcome to present them.

But I have no time for idle talk.

And in fact, talk to my lawyer.

Same for me.

And let me note that this folk sport is not only permitted

but even loved by some of the respected people of our town.

Well, gentlemen, on this note, you will excuse me.

But I am sure that we will meet again soon.

I suppose we should cancel the fights until this all dies down.

We should talk to the police captain. This copper is new.

Too smart.

Varvara Timofeevna, for God's sake, let's get back to the business at hand.

-Anastasia. -What about Anastasia?

A tenant. She's lived here for a year.

Really? A year.

-She's from a village. Not far from here. -A year.

The poor girl went out last night,

and never came back.

What a horror! Truly, a horror, trily!

Yakov Platonovich, this is Varvara Timofeevna,

the landlady of the house where Anastasia was renting a room.

I hope Anton Andreievich has gotten you up to speed.

-Quite. -Oh, he has.

He has gotten me up to such speed, I barely survived!

I've never seen a police general up so close.

Varvara Timofeevna, go on, keep talking about Nastya.

Nastya... What about her? There's this man who came to see her.

He gave me shivers. A gorilla like this...

He had arms like an ape from the zoo.

That's a great description for a fist fighter.

Go on.

The one from the zoo, he asked, like, where's such and such?

And what could I say? She wasn't here. That's all I had to say.

Oh, said his name was Nikita. Nikita.

Nikita...

What about the funeral?

What funeral? My dear, well...

Anastasia was supposed to bury her fiance yesterday.

-Yes, sir. -There wasn't any.

-What do you mean there wasn't? -Wasn't any funeral.

Swear on the cross, there wasn't any.

She came back all groggy that night, though, that's true.

-Thank you. Sergeant! -Yes, sir.

Yevgrashin, see Varvara Timofeevna out.

Yes, sir. Let's go.

There was no funeral, there was none.

Anastasia's fiance was a fist fighter.

Last night, he died, or was killed, we can't tell yet.

But the clerk at the warehouse where the fist fighting

takes place told me that Anastasia took the body yesterday.

She might have taken it to the cemetery right away.

So go there and find out who buried whom there.

On my way.

And as I understand,

there was nothing interesting in Nastya's room?

Nothing. Yakov Platonovich, you know how I picture this?

That gorilla waited for Anastasia there, then faked a hanging.

We just have to find out who that Nikita is.

I think it's the same Nikita who's in our holding cells.

Sazhin's adversary in the last fight. But that's later, first the cemetery.

Well, then...

I've heard about that perisher before, a cunning strike.

You can strike somebody, say, in the morning, right?

And they'll only die in the evening.

He'll be walking around all day like nothing happened.

And then, bam, and that's it. Right where he's standing.

-What are you doing? -Preparing for the fight.

-But with whom? -With my enemy.

-Who's your enemy? -I don't know. But he's coming. Soon.

Tell me, did a perisher kill you?

Annette, Annette, Annette...

What? Is that him? Was that a ghost?

A lethal strike that no one saw.

Well, yes. Lethal.

That perisher, it's driving me mad. A secret menace.

-To whom? -I have to warn him.

-Why were they beating you? -What do you care?

-I don't, it's just my job. -So do your job. Leave me alone.

While I left you alone, others didn't, as I can see.

And they meant business.

I told you, none of your concern.

Clamming up isn't in your interest.

I know what's my interest. What's yours?

If Krymov pays, they'll get me in here, too.

-So that's how it is. -Yes, it is.

One hand rubs the other.

You need to close your case. And I'm inconvenient for Krymov.

He knows, without Ilya his fighters are against me... and I'm done.

First time I've heard that someone's rubbing my hand.

So you say Krymov doesn't need an adversary like you.

Was Sazhin supposed to get a big payday for beating you?

A pretty decent one.

Who got it? The fiancee?

Why were you looking for her yesterday?

She's dead.

I wanted to warn her, tell her to leave town.

-Why, was she in danger? -I don't know anything.

There was no reason for her to stay after Ilya's death.

-When did you come to see her? -From 5:30 to 6:30.

I was waiting for her, but she never came.

You're going to have to stay here for now. Desk sergeant!

There were no funerals at the cemetery yesterday.

So the storekeeper is lying, then. Where did they put the body?

Well, if they buried him in secret, then it's definitely murder.

Let's go to the warehouse, shake that Fidar fellow again.

I'm sure that Nastya's murder is connected to her fiance's death.

Police!

-Mister! -Who are you?

Police!

What are you yelling for?

That's Mityay, our employee.

He's deaf-mute. He lives here, too. Mityay, go.

He reads lips. Go, go, go, Mityay.

Go, go, Mityay.

What seems to be the problem, Your High Nobleness?

No one buried anybody at the cemetery yesterday.

Not Anastasia, not anyone else. What do you have to say about that?

What did you do with Sazhin's body?

I told you already. Anastasia took the dead body.

It happened in the night. He was here until the morning.

In the morning, she got a carriage here,

the mute fellow and I loaded the body, she took it away.

So she didn't bury it? That's strange.

What the hell is going on here? First the dead body goes missing.

Then Anastasia is dead herself.

A man is dead with no cross, no grave!

-I don't know anything. -And you don't know anything!

I don't know anything. Anastasia took the body.

Who got the money for Sazhin's fight?

She got it, too. We have a receipt.

So then it turns out that all of your people knew she was getting a big payday?

Not just our people, everyone did. Yes.

Don't leave town. We're going to handle your dead body.

All right.

That damn money. And the perisher, what kind of strike is it?

So that's where you're turning? If even the police suspects now...

Does it exist or not?

Maybe someone knows it.

But no one has the right to use it.

Korobeinikov.

Where are you taking me? Do you want to show me something?

Anna Viktorovna! What are you doing here?

It's hard to explain it to you. And you?

I'm watching that one, with the shovel.

I think he wants to dig up his grave.

Now I get everything. I'm coming with you.

-No, under no circumstances. -Let's go.

Quiet, quiet.

Freeze! Police! Police!

Walk two paces back.

Get away!

What are you doing here?

What's there?

What's there? Fishing? Fishing?

Have a good catch.

Have a good catch!

Anna Viktorovna, let's go before this mute fellow gives me an apoplectic fit.

All right, go away.

I have a very bad feeling.

Please warn Yakov Platonovich that there's a secret strike, the perisher.

He has to be wary of it.

So you've heard of it, too? That's... that's surprising.

I'm going to look into that phenomenon most seriously.

Hey, man. Man!

What do you want?

"What do you want"... My water bottle is empty.

Fill it, will you?

You should sleep at night, not swill water.

What are you, a heathen? Give me some water, all right?

Give me your bottle.

Freeze! Freeze or I'll shoot!

Yakov Platonovich.

Yakov Platonovich, my dear. Can you hear me?

Yakov Playonovich, please. Yakov Playonovich, please.

Can you hear me? Please.

Can you hear me? Open your eyes.

Look at me. Please.

PERISHER