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Hello, Yuri Pavlovich.

I'm coming.

Lock it.

- Are you aware of what happened? - In general. - Great.

The victim is Pavel Ivanovich Chistyakov, a big businessman from Moscow.

Two found the body: Lyudmila Dolgachyova, owner of a fancy clinic,

and Ilona Wagner. You know who she is.

I've got some testimonies. I left the best ones for you. Here.

Why are you so gloomy? And you look tired.

Do you know why they sent us? It's a high profile case and stuff.

I thought they'd send big fish.

I don't know why you're here either.

Ladies and gentlemen, my names is Vaitovsky Vladislav Sergeevich.

Senior investigation officer for high profile cases. FSB Major.

No one is leaving the residence until we identify each of you

and finish investigation actions.

This is my partner.

If someone wants to leave early...

come and give a written testimony.

He won't move a bit until he interrogates each of you.

I hope for your cooperation with the investigation.

We're leaving. Now. One, two.

Tell your men.

No one is leaving until I finish my work here.

Hey.

The murder weapon?

Well... it's curious.

Is there anything else?

We'll find it.

How did you manage to get all the papers so fast?

Mitya is there. They're writing them anyway.

The best stuff is here.

Officer...

I'm sure there's some mistake.

Just look at her.

- She couldn't do it. - Who are you?

Alex. She's my girlfriend.

Ms Dolgachyova...

do you remember the moment of murder?

- God, it's such a sin. - Did you see the murderer?

It's such a sin, God.

It's such a sin.

God, it's such a sin.

Oh my God, Katya. My condolences.

It's such a loss.

Do I know you?

I'm Alex.

It just doesn't make sense, right?

What was your husband doing here?

He came to the forum for business. Is it forbidden?

What business?

I don't know, I don't watch him. I have my our worries.

Did you love your husband?

What does it have to do with it?

Everyone likes strong man.

Especially those who can succeed in life.

Were you always together?

If not, I must know who he was with when you were away.

We came to the party, he was to meet someone for business.

We talked and drank. Then I went to the bathroom, when I was back I saw this.

It means you know the exact time of the murder?

- Why is that? - Peeing doesn't take long.

If you claim it happened at that moment, then...

Or you forgot everything while fixing your makeup?

- Look Sergeant or what. - I'm Major.

I don't know who killed him, definitely not me.

Definitely not you?

It's a doubtful alibi. I'll write it down.

I was f*** at that moment, okay? I don't know who and when did it.

Who did you have sex with?

With a party colleague.

Does this colleague have a name?

I'm totally screwed!

My last name is gonna be in the investigation list.

They'll think I did it.

Why you?

Because it's always about Arkady!

Because no one likes Arkady!

Because it's Akrady's fault even when it's not!

F***!

Ilona, I have a wife.

I have kids.

Don't fuss, master of self-deceit.

I'll settle this.

Is there something on me?

Where's the list of the guests?

- We need a formal inquiry. - And?

What should I do if the organizers won't give it?

Are you being serious?

Let's go. You'll see how it's done.

Jerk.

- It was quite a party. - Especially the finale.

Who's the organizer of the event?

Let's say it's me.

Let's say I need the list of everyone who was at the party.

Do you have an order?

The info is confidential then.

It was confidential until a man was murdered here.

So give me the list, and fast. I'm short of time.

Excuse me, can I see your ID?

It's a nice photo... Vladislav.

You see, Vlad, it's a private party. Many serious people were here.

If we just cooperate with the authorities, our reputation will be damaged.

So you're the organizer. You realise it's not hard to get an order.

If you ladies go on showing off,

I can push hard.

Excuse me, could you hold this?

Thank you.

- First, why so harsh with the ladies? - I'm mademoiselle, actually.

See? Voila!

Second, if you push hard we'll claim in the report that there's no list.

And the guests were invited orally.

Right.

- This is what we do then. - What?

I'll call the boats.

And I'll take all the people here to the station.

I'll make inquires and will keep the people.

- For long? - For long. Very long.

Until I identify each of you.

Vladislav?

How about coffee?

I don't drink.

This is so lame, Gosh.

Kitty, listen... we need to talk.

It's about our distressful film.

The financial part was on Pasha.

Let's do something.

- Otherwise the film is screwed. - Are you a douche, Darius?

- My husband was killed. Did you notice? - This is f*** up. How you handle this?

Right, my condolences.

A husband is usually a temporary thing. But an ex-husband...

is forever.

I still have to do post-production.

Editing, voicework.

But Pasha is dead.

Up there...

he watches a different movie now.

Come on, kitty, get me in touch with the partners. I'll settle this.

It's big numbers we're talking about. You hardly studied them at school.

You're the star of our film in the end.

The star of your money laundry.

They gonna shut our film down? You're a smart girl, Katya!

You have connections, do something. I can't act so ingeniously again!

Stop, stop, stop!

Don't extinguish the fire with gasoline. I'll figure something out.

Wait, think well.

I won't let my film be killed.

Got it?

I put everything in it, but he died! Is it okay?

I wonder who murdered him.

Blood.

How long do we have to stay here?

Is it for us?

For you.

Arkady Bulavkin?

What the f***, boy?

In my office tonight!

I'm sorry, they just didn't figure it out.

There's no place for you, Arkady.

- But how? - On your own.

Damn!

The very Yuri Pavlovich is here.

I told you. A high profile case.

- Have you interrogated them? - No.

Tough.

Well, don't get upset. It's our job.

Your hand.

Organize the same one for us.

I don't like this.

What should I do now?

Your ex-husband is murdered.

It's my youth's mistake. We divorced long ago.

- What happened last night? - I don't know. Lechery, I guess.

- You knew the victim. - A nodding acquaintance.

Have you talked to him lately? At the party maybe?

No, I'm not eager to talk to him.

- If I knew... - He would be here, I'd never come.

Don't you believe me?

You see, there's info that you were going to leave, but you didn't.

No one saw you for an hour.

My client won't say anything unofficial.

Pavel was an imperious man.

I made a decision to leave.

I had to run away and hide for some time.

- Was he pursuing you? - Yes, he didn't like my decision.

Did he threaten?

Such men don't threaten, they just kill.

It means...

you had a motive to revenge.

Dig deeper, and you'll find many people with motives here.

Let's get to the point.

If you want to officially accuse me of something, take a shot.

But first, you don't have grounds.

Second, my company's big taxes go to the city budget.

And it provides its citizens with jobs.

So simmer down.

Let's get back to the constructive track.

Enough.

This is too much.

It's okay, honey.

You should get it.

I hated and feared Pasha, but I wouldn't murder him.

Even if I could get away with it.

Why is that?

There's an expression: ripples on water.

A death of a man of his level can cause ripples so big...

that many shall be drowned.

A cigarette to spare?

Won't your husband be mad?

Congrats.

To you too.

A fork to the throat. Curious choice.

I'd use a gun.

I'd shoot his balls off first, then blow his brain out.

Too quick.

But painful.

So you're sadistic?

Not a punching bag.

Your coffee.

Thank you.

- I'd fancy a breakfast. - I'll see what I can do for you.

How can you eat in the morning?

I won't let them blame me.

They won't. You didn't murder him, did you?

I didn't.

Then be patient and wait whose move is next.

We're in the first row, we won't miss a thing.

Are we stuck here till the night?

Maybe they think we stabbed that sugar daddy.

Can you hear me, Darius?

Look, Darius...

Maybe it was you who killed him?

Why not? It's so dramatic.

Shut up, you.

What a bullsh*t.

Hey, officer!

Who's in charge here?

Look, a man with a gun...

we need to talk.

Believe me, I'd love to spend few more days here. It's so entertaining here.

But I was to be on set an hour ago. Got it?

The shooting shift costs so much that you'll never make this, bro.

So, go ahead...

put your John Hancock where it's necessary and let us go.

Come on, go. Think faster.

Until I throw up all over the scene of the crime.

Easy, easy. How about a doc for you?

You can't leave until investigation actions are over.

Have you written a testimony.

What testimony, officer? Come on!

Are you nuts? Do you know who I am?

I'm a star of the Russian film industry. I'm its last hope.

Nikita Mikhalkov and me. Only two of us left.

And this one too. He's really...

See? Do you like movies?

- Wanna be in a movie? What's your name? - Hamlet.

What? No way.

Really?

What's a show. The very Hamlet?

And he's armed already.

Well, Hamlet, to be or not to be? How do you like the question?

Is it good?

Or should I offer resistance?

I understand. But even if you were Mikhalkov himself.

They'll inform you when you can leave.

What a waste of talent.

Hamlet. Boor. Douchehole.

- Shall we dance? - I don't dance. - Me neither.

Does she always bring trouble?

This kind of people is hard to get rid of.

When is your flight?

What do you mean?

Chistyakov is dead, it means it's over.

Are you a cop?

Or an FSB agent?

Freelancer.

Does it satisfy you?

What about you?

Interpol? CIA?

My interests are much larger.

Didn't Vlad tell you?

Don't push me with the size of your interests.

I don't know about your agreement.

And I don't know about yours.

- The undercover cop is very sexy. - You're jealous.

- Do you wanna f*** her? - Can I?

- Who is that Vladislav? - A detective.

He's a special species of a Komodo dragon.

Pissing against the wind doesn't piss him off.

Quite a metaphor.

Do you believe Mila could do it?

She might, but why does she need it?

Pavel was a man who could give a motive to anyone.

Maybe it was you who killed him?

Maybe...

Maybe it was me.

- Or Ilona. - Too metaphorically.

Death.

Death is everywhere.

Uncle Kesha, Pasha.

- It's all my fault. - Sweetheart, stop it. Don't jinx.

It's all your fault.

I told you we shouldn't have come.

God.

I've finished. Shall we let them go?

Really?

Can I? I've always dreamed about it.

Fine. No it is.

Ladies and gentlemen.

You're free to go for now.

But I have to inform you.

Until investigation actions and investigation are over

you can't leave the city.

Otherwise, you'll be convicted of a criminal offence.

I dare them to try.

Isn't he a clown? You think it's okay to do?

Like Ten Little N***. Let's go drink.

- We keep floating. I feel seasick. - Only s*** floats. But we sail.

When we arrive, we use mooring lines.

- We sail too damn slow. - Eight knots.

- I wanna pee. - Piss over the board.

F***! Why did I deserve this?

- Cover me from the journalists. I'll pay. - No need. I'll do it for free, sir.

Cover me.

- Drive me home. - No.

We're going to my place.

- No. - It's not a negotiation.

Vlad's coming there. He wants to talk.

- Shall I give you a ride? - How did I deserve this honor, Gleb?

There's no answer. Some people are destined like a bullet.

- How's the crew? - They're worrying and waiting.

They must be glad that shooting shift is canceled.

No, I'll take the front seat.

I'm sick of his whining.

Damn.

Get back in. Get back in.

Arkady! Where are you going so fast? We haven't chatted.

Not in front of all. Get in and let's talk.

How close do you know the victim's wife?

How much do you want?

Let's settle all the problems.

Are you bribing me?

Kid, I have a wife and kids. I don't f*** need this s***.

I'll send you an official notification then. See you at the interrogation.

F***. B***.

I'm hot.

Thank you.

You're so caring.

- I'd like... - I have a headache.

Let's not do this.

Yeah, it was horrible.

We were stuck there for too long.

And we saw too much.

It's never happened to me.

I'll remember the party.

No.

I don't have a pill.

Shall we stop and buy them for you?

This is a new kind of extreme leisure time.

A party with murder.

You're right. Pull over.

Come on, sweetie.

But I don't live here.

No problem, you'll get there.

What?

How come the case defendant was killed on our watch?

Do I have to lift up my ass and go check on you every time?

- Why you didn't let Ilona Wagner go? - Why did you let her go, sir?

She's the major defendant, but I hadn't even interrogated her.

I'm not speaking about Bulavkin who f*** Chistyakov's wife right at the party.

Know your limit!

Or you can really regret it.

Do I need to explain what is Ilona Wagner for the city?

Does it really damn matter what she is?

We've got a murder case. And our major case is falling apart.

Hey, Ophelia.

Stop eavesdropping. Shut the door from that side.

These...

methods are outdated.

If we go on working this way, nothing's gonna change. The time is different.

The time may be new...

but the connections are old and strong.

Everything is interconnected. One falls down, and the others follow.

That's why those old men still warm up their chairs!

Sit down!

Look, sweetheart...

- They warm them up for you. - They've warmed them up, thanks.

You know what, Vlad?

I really liked your father. But I don't like you.

I tolerate you in his memory.

But my patience is about to end.

Get out.

Work.

My love, is everything okay?

Because of your improprieties, I got into this awful situation.

I will not let anyone ruin my reputation.

Honey, don't.

And you...

You made me look like... an idiot.

Do you want some coffee?

No.

Masha, I'm not coming today. Stay with him, okay?

Yes. Is everything okay?

Put him to sleep on time. I'll call.

They'll fine me.

It won't kill you.

But you?

DIMKA: I CAN'T TALK NOW ELENA: HOW ARE YOU?

So?

Did you bring it?

- What? - "What?"

The f*** salami pizza.

The hell you think I'm talking about?

What he had on him.

He didn't have anything.

That means the handover happened.

They searched him. They didn't find the sample.

Where were you looking? Our operation was sabotaged.

The f*** object is dead.

She didn't care about it. She was having it out with her ex.

- Don't you put all the blame on me. - Maybe you...

are not telling us everything?

And the product is fake?

- Are you serious? - Yes.

Yes? I've spent a year working for Chistyakov,

profiling him, telling you all, and for what?

I pretend being a couple. That's in love.

- For what? Tell me. Please. - You tell me.

How am I supposed to know you're not playing your f*** own game?

I work for Interpol.

- And this is my case. - No, it's not your case anymore.

Chistyakov is dead.

It's convenient.

Come on.

You know what I need.

Without a sample, I can't get to the big boss.

Alright? So we need to work together just a bit longer.

Get in touch with your people.

Let them share the info about the middleman.

We'll look for the murderer who probably has the sample.

Good boy.

Where's the bathroom?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- I'll go with you. - No.

You're staying here. It's safer this way.

Go out somewhere. Together.

Have people watch you.

Which side of the bed do you prefer?