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Only in this way

you’ll be able

to redeem your sins.

Come on!

I can’t.

Spare me. I’ll do everything you say.

Oh gods.

I gave you a chance

to die with honor,

but you’re a miserable coward.

So die like a dog!

Start.

You’re just as stupid as your father.

How much money did you sell your honor for?

It’s not about the money.

30 years ago, your father was the reason of a traffic accident

in which a young married couple from Europe died.

Only the child survived.

Their son.

Your father decided to redeem his guilt and took the boy for upbringing.

And he brought up a good warrior.

The boy didn’t know who killed his parents

but the truth always surfaces, especially if you help it.

I could simply order to kill you, but this is going to be a shame

for your whole kin, right?

Die with honor.

The device you found is a Soviet army transmitter, P105M.

But the labeling on the lid is not a military one.

And what does it mean?

That most probably it was used by state security services.

But there is no information in the archives

about a transmitter with such number.

Okay.

SIB

And what was it yesterday?

This shouldn’t not concern you.

Oh yes, it does.

You disrupted a special operation

and incurred bodily injury to an innocent person.

You have to tell me everything.

This is all because of my parents.

When I studied in the sixth grade, they started a long divorce with scandals,

breaking dishes and other things.

Mom had her own private life, and dad, his own.

They had no time for me, so they sent me to a sports boarding-school.

My parents were busy with their new relationships,

often they didn’t even take me home for weekends.

How I hated these days...

All girls from our class went away, and I stayed alone.

One Sunday like this everything happened.

At night I woke up because I was suffocating,

somebody put the pillow on my face.

I started kicking back, I tried to break free,

but they took me by arms and legs and...

There were several of them.

I never found out who they were.

I tried to forget this story,

but even now when somebody touches me when I sleep,

I can hit them, instinctively.

I am not controlling myself.

So that’s why you are not spending the nights with me?

It’s good you’re not sleeping right now.

-Today it’s with cabbage. -Thank you.

Hello!

It’s you again!

What’s this?

This is Soviet radio transmitter P105M which I found in my father’s house.

I offer you a deal.

You find out who installed this transmitter,

and I’ll give you new information

about the killer who murdered Johann Just and Elena Merekhina.

Where do you have this new information from?

Also... sniffed it out?

Well, well.

Yes, as well as the fact that a mix of fern seeds,

lac, ginseng root and dried cobweb

has been added to your pie.

A love potion. Popular, but not really efficient.

What is this bullshit?

I’ll be waiting for your call.

Obviously, she imitated an attack to stay in the corporation for the night.

Why?

It’s not clear yet.

But something didn’t go as planned and she had to quickly leave the building,

neutralizing two security guards on the way.

And she works in SIB.

Why do you think so?

I see...

Yuchi Tomoto never showed up in Redstone hotel.

Room 312 was booked in his name, while room 313,

in the name of a Nobu Matsura who arrived two days earlier.

And yesterday, this Matsura didn’t show up in the hotel as well.

How are Matsura and Tomoto connected?

Yesterday morning Matsura rented a car

in Vitor Motors company

and had a small traffic accident in the airport parking lot,

about 30 minutes before the arrival of Yuchi Tomoto.

-That is, he was meeting him. -Well, most probably.

Have you managed to find out anything using this car?

Now Gena is checking traffic cameras,

the data array is big, and for now there is no information.

That’s some ugly face...

Anybody home?

Ta-da!

How nice! Come in.

You haven’t forgotten the wine, right?

Yulia, can you actually drink it?

I am a grown-up girl, and I decide myself what I can and can’t do.

So have you bought it?

I have. But let’s make a deal: one glass, not more, okay?

-Yes, doctor! -That’s my girl.

Come on, relax. Let’s go to the terrace.

Christian!

You’ve been staying till very late every night.

-Don’t you have any private life? -But someone has to fill out the forms!

Have a good evening, Christian.

Thank you.

Goodbye!

See you tomorrow!

-Some hot tea for you. -Thank you.

My special recipe.

Did you want to ask something else?

No... I...

Then you can go. See you tomorrow.

I’ve loved phlox since childhood.

But you have to water them.

Or should I put artificial flowers?

They make them brilliantly now, you can’t tell them from the real ones.

Yes.

No, I’ll plant phlox, I’ve decided.

Well, real flowers are real flowers.

By the way, did you give back the ring to that man of yours?

No.

But you don’t love him.

Yes, but I’m afraid to hurt him.

Sweetie, you’re no little girl

to play these games.

And he’s not a boy to be fooled.

If you don’t love him, just tell him.

Years pass, and you don’t get any younger.

And why are you so worried about it?

I am simply concerned for my best friend and I want her private life to go well.

But

do whatever you want, of course.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

Yes, these are people

who look like my employees.

Let’s not play these games.

On these photos, we can see colonel Lebedev

who has organized illegal penetration into a building of a private company.

Last time your favorite shot a defenseless suspect dead

and got away with it.

He wasn’t a suspect, he was a maniac

known under the alias of Professor, who killed 11 women.

Doesn’t matter.

Everyone is equal before the law.

Having believed in his impunity,

Lebedev organizes illegal penetrations in private companies,

involving other colleagues in his criminal intents.

This is already an organized criminal group.

What’s next?

Creating a private army?

It’s time to put an end to this.

Here’s the deal:

either you fire Lebedev within 48 hours

and we don’t disclose it all,

or Lebedev has criminal charges brought against him.

For both cases.

It’s your choice.

Thomas.

Thomas.

Good morning.

-Should I make some coffee? -No, no.

THE POLICE AND BORDER GUARD BOARD

Why the fuck did you go there?

Especially as neither him nor her are operations officers.

Do you understand that you exposed them?

There was no other opportunity to connect to GI cameras.

Okay, you got in.

But why beat up the doctor, the security guards?

I...

It was dangerous to stay in GI for the night.

That is why I ordered Irina Nordin to leave the building.

Nordin and Prokopenko are free to go.

It’s not the place to play a hero, Vitya.

You have 48 hours.

During this time, you have to catch the killer or...

or I won’t be able to sweep this under the carpet.

POLICE

Hello.

Good afternoon.

Please sit down.

One document was found in the archive using the number of the transmitter.

An acknowledgement. Here it is.

There are no data in it except signature.

The same signature is on this document.

Pyotr Rudakov.

I am going to interrogate him.

I think you’ll be interested.

And...

care for some coffee?

No, thanks.

Vilma! Please make some coffee for our guest.

But I...

No sugar, please.

Please check for... for...

The same love potion, but in much bigger concentration.

Your coffee.

Thank you.

Oh, Vilma...

Seryozha!

Seryozha, why are you attaching it from the side?

Attach it from below, from below!

Such a fumbler!

POLICE

-Go down, now! -What about the drone?

You’ll take it down tomorrow. Come on, Vanya, Seryozha, go home.

Hello.

Hello.

-Pyotr Rudakov? -Yes.

Inspector Thomas Martinson.

I have several questions for you.

Where can we talk?

You have problems because of me.

Do you want me to go to the general and tell him everything?

It’s okay, we’ll deal with this.

What’s up?

I’ve been nauseous lately.

And my period is five days late.

Are you pregnant?

No. It’s just a delayed period.

This has already happened, don’t worry.

Do you recognize this device?

Is this a radio?

I didn’t even know such models exist.

You didn’t?

Here’s your signature on acknowledgement of its receipt.

Wow, this does look a lot like my signature.

Agent P, like some spy story.

No, this is surely a mistake.

Your signature.

And this is mine.

But really, it does look a lot alike.

A spitting image of mine.

Can you believe it?

Want some apples for the road? I grew them myself, zero pesticides.

Very interesting.

Very.

See you soon.

I know who’ll tell us everything.

Colonel!

What?

I found Tamoto’s car.

And where did they go?

For now that’s all I could find.

Where can I find inspector Thomas Martinson?

Thank you!

Hello. I am Verkhovtsev.

This is a mistake. I’ve paid all penalties. Here are the receipts.

It’s not about the penalties.

Please sit down.

Do you recognize this?

What is this?

A transmitter you ordered to install in my father’s house.

You managed surveillance over him, right?

An agent working under the alias of Pianist, isn’t it?

How dare you!

A Pyotr Rudakov testified against you.

Yes, the same Pyotr Rudakov

who you visited at home yesterday and had apples from his orchard.

From Rudakov’s testimony it follows that you were his direct supervisor,

and he performed your delegations.

Those who agree to cooperate with the investigation

are offered a witness protection program.

And you, Pianist-Verkhovtsev, will go to jail!

How arrogant! He’s Pianist, not me!

Who are you then?

Just an informer.

Freelance.

I didn’t even have a military rank.

And Rudakov is a KGB major.

Burn, burn.

Grilling your past?

Fifth day...

These documents and the witness testimony

of your former informer Verhovtsev clearly prove that you,

Pyotr Rudakov, used to be an agent under the alias of Pianist.

I think you know perfectly well what awaits you.

And if I give you information that will help you

to investigate the murder of Johann Just?

Then I’ll think how I can help you.

No, this answer is not good enough for me.

I need guarantees.

You are not in the position to bargain.

Where did you get my photos?

In one of his reports, Verkhovtsev told us about your emerging talents.

You were taken for development delegated to me,

because I used to manage Lokmus’ case.

From the reports provided by Johann Just, informer,

we knew that you are not your father’s biological son.

We decided to place you into a special boarding-school to study your talents.

But your father refused point blank.

If it had been 1948, nobody would have even bothered to ask him,

but it was 1988.

We accepted your father’s wish, but on one condition.

He was to become our informer

and send regular reports about your development.

These photos are from his reports.

-Goodbye, Vilma. -Have a nice evening, Christian.

Your father was a strange man.

Sacrificing everything,

career, friends, for the sake of a child who wasn’t even his own!

But I am very grateful to him.

What for?

That he didn’t report on me as a former KGB employee.

That was a noble act, but I couldn’t understand its motives.

In the chaos of the USSR disintegration

I managed to steal all documents associated with me...

almost all of them.

A year ago, I found out that my object of investigation, Lokmus,

organized himself a nice life abroad.

And then I thought, why not sell him information about his only son?

But I couldn’t do it because I had

moral obligations before your father.

Only after his death I contacted our ex-informer Johann Just.

He happily agreed to become an intermediary

in selling the documents to Lokmus,

but for a small percentage from the deal.

He wrote Lokmus a letter

he had information about his son.

He didn’t get any answer

and was killed in two days.

The documents I gave him for sale were gone.

I am sure that Lokmus commissioned this murder.

I don’t understand just one thing: why Johann never gave me away.

He simply didn’t have the time. He died during torture.

And why was Merekhina killed?

I don’t know this.

But I am convinced that Lokmus is also involved in this death.

I am ready to testify against him,

but under condition of being included into witness protection program.

This procedure won’t take too much time.

You’ll simply sign the protocols...

Vilma!

Vilma!

Good evening!

Everything alright?

I fell asleep.

This is my shirt. Why do you have it?

Why does she need my shirt?

I have no time to change and keep a clean shirt here just in case...

Oh my God.

Vilma...

Shall we sign the protocol?

I am such an idiot.

Complete, complete idiot.

I am done.

Thank you for your help.

I have a small request for you.

Yes?

I want to take one photo.

I don’t think this is gonna be a problem.

Which one?

This one.

I am leaving.

Try to fall asleep.

SOBYTIA

Hi! If you are reading this letter, this means I am dead...

I greet you from all my heart!

Normally they say such words during greetings in an airport.

Regardless of the place I meet you,

your inexhaustible talent inspires me for new feats.

What do you need?

Probably something serious if you arrived this early.

I am simply very happy to see you.

And...

one more small request.

What is this?

Is the owner of this scarf pregnant or not?

Three weeks...

it’s been three weeks she hasn’t worn this scarf.

Do you want some tea?

I have 28 hours left.

Looks like another general’s catch.

Not this time. The situation is stupid.

We know Lokmus organized these murders,

and the killer was the one commissioned to perform them.

But we can’t prove anything.

Wait, what about Pianist?

We have a witness ready to testify against Lokmus.

Which testimony? What about?

That he wanted to sell some old photos?

But this is not even indirect evidence.

I can’t understand one thing: why Lokmus needs me.

What is his motive?

If he wanted to kill me, he’d have done it a long time ago.

But maybe he wants to make you his heir and owner of GI corporation?

Very funny.

But still, biologically he’s your father.

This still has to be proven.

Quite possibly, by the moment of Lokmus’ experiments

my mother was

already pregnant from my father, she simply didn’t know about it.

And my father was blackmailed with false information.

This is my father’s and my stubble.

That’s enough for a DNA test.

I don’t believe that Lokmus is my father.

All documents associated with this investigation

are to be translated into English.

And send a request about him to Interpol.

Okay.

Hello.

Vilma, I think we need to talk.

Fatherhood test is a good idea.

What if she’s pregnant from someone else?

What kind of father would I make?

I am irresponsible, careless,

I am a goof.

This is a mask comfortable for you to hide behind.

You’re no goof.

Okay, I’m simply not ready.

All this is forever, you understand.

Vitya, what are you afraid of?

My mother has been drumming into my head since my childhood,

look at your father, don’t be like him, a man in the house must be responsible,

he must be a support,

he must, he must...

I hate this word, must.

Children are great!

Especially when they grow up

and leave for London to live there, like Alex.

I like my life and I don’t want to change anything.

Vilma! I really value you as an employee.

You are responsible, disciplined, punctual,

I can always rely on you.

But I think that our relationship should stay strictly business.

Do you agree?

And your pies are great!

Don’t...

SIB

Hello.

Good afternoon.

This is a printout of the letter that arrived from David last night.

What do you mean, last night?

He probably knew that his life was in danger.

He managed to find out where Lagunin child’s blood went.

It was extracted from the bank upon Lokmus’ personal order.

David was informed about it by a source in GI corporation.

Which source?

I don’t know this.

Please try to remember if David mentioned his source.

Maybe in passing...

I think he called David on the day of his death.

And if David knew who it was, he’d have told me in the letter.

Please find the person who killed David.

We are doing everything we can. Thank you.

Goodbye.

The blood of Lagunin’s child was extracted upon Lokmus’ personal order.

Can you confirm it by a document?

No, this was an oral order.

I can’t talk anymore, I’ll call you later.

Whose voice is that?

We are finding this out...

Find it out as soon as you can.

Find me that informer!

Any news on Tamoto’s car?

No.

What is this?

A 3D model of GI building.

Very weird planning.

Look at the basement floor.

Blood bank, parking lot, CCTV cameras everywhere.

But no cameras here,

though there are communications and vents.

This is not a back room.

What is this?

I don’t know.

The access is limited and the code is constantly renewed.

Look how many times it changed while we were there.

And when did you manage to record it?

Well... I was recording all information I could reach.

Now I am deciphering it.

This room has a separate entrance,

and the elevator from there, if the plan is correct,

leads right into Lokmus’ office.

This is what was behind the wooden panel.

Hello. My name is Heinrich Lokmus.

Which panel?

In Lokmus’ office. What else?

That’s it, I think.

We need to find out what kind of room this is.

How? On this outdated stuff?

Colonel, when will my office be finally ready?

Let’s go.

Arrived today.

Tomorrow you’ll be able to connect it.

The tissue has a spongy base,

which allows the nutrients and neural networks penetrate its structure.

This is how we managed to solve the problem of oxygen deficit.

What about spheroid merging?

It happens right during the process.

It is beautiful.

No, but on the other hand this is very modern.

It strengthens the mother’s emotional link with the child.

Yes, but giving birth at home is very risky.

What if there are complications, and what will you do?

Listen, I am not going to give birth in a village barn.

I’ll have a fully equipped medical team there,

my ex will pay for everything.

-Well, he’s something... -Yes.

But as a doctor and as a friend, I strongly discourage you from this.

Oh, hi!

You are late, as always.

You?

Sit down.

I wanted to talk to you about our son.

Do you know each other?

So this is your ex?

Well?

Tell him what you wanted to say.

Now!

Tell him you don’t love him.

So all this time you’ve been taking me for an idiot?

How mean!

How low!

Darling, listen!

Meanness and lowness is when you don’t tell the man you don’t love him,

giving him delusional hopes

and at the same time accepting expensive presents

and not giving anything in return.

This is meanness and lowness.

You know, she’s right.

I don’t love you.

I’m sorry.

No need to thank me.

You’re so...

Taxi!

That’s not true! You love me! Now you fethylamine level is so high...

What fethylamine? Oh my God...

Sorry, you are a very good person,

but you live in a flask, I won’t be able to live like that.

I am sorry.

Why have you done it?

I don’t want you to suffer.

Believe me, you’ll say thanks after a while.

No, don’t think that I want to bring you back, no.

I’ve got a new life now.

But I wish you to finally find your happiness.

Though I can hardly imagine a woman

able to tolerate...

all this.

Can I bring you a check?

Yes, and some vodka. Twenty grams.

But I can’t put 20 grams in the check.

You put whatever you like.

What is he waiting for? His ladies are already gone.

Who knows...

Your check and 20 grams of vodka.

You want chicken or ham?

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