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Listen, the tag is in Gleb's house, and it's not moving.

Why did she go there?

You asking me?

- Maybe they're just f***? - Jesus Christ.

- What are you doing there? - Why the hell are you Russians like that?

Fine. Go and get her out of there.

I don't have the authority to do so.

Vaitovsky Vladislav Sergeevich.

Fine.

I'll do it.

Damn amateurs.

Let's see.

I forbade you to come here.

- Is he at home? - No.

- Do you realize how much I'm risking? - I do.

Olga, please let's leave. I'm really scared.

With empty pockets? It's my style. Sorry, honey.

The dead don't need money. You don't know her well.

And you don't know me well.

Do you think I could drag into something I hadn't planned in advance?

RUSSIAN AFFAIRS

- You ripped my panties. - You'll buy new ones.

I have a tiny request for you.

I thought you just wanted to f*** me.

Ilona Wagner is having a birthday reception. I want to go there.

Together.

I don't go together for long now.

I need to get promoted among the local beau monde. You won't refuse, will you?

Strong men never refuse to help little girls.

Nice house.

But it's a bit empty.

I could recommend few paintings.

- Are you an artist? - An art historian.

I work with rare paintings.

Nothing changes.

In art?

Right, this is a very good investment.

Where's the shower?

Here's a joke. Husband has returned from a business trip.

The girl needed an emotional support.

Apparently, it was too emotional.

We agreed not to bring anyone here.

When did you become a prude?

I didn't bring her, she came on her own.

What have you bought for dinner, honey?

Fish.

Are you lost?

What the hell is going on there?

We were informed your alarm system had worked.

Everything is okay.

Are you sure? We should check it, just in case.

It must be my fault, I'm sorry. I forgot the password and was guessing it.

- Alright. Sorry for disturbing. - This is your job. I understand.

Will you take me with you to Ilona's party now?

Look how good I am.

F***. F***! F***!

I thought we agreed.

About what?

Get Lena out.

I need her.

What for?

Cause I'm in love.

You're in love. So deal with it yourself.

Are you s*** with me?

Don't even try!

Why did she go there? Did you send her?

She knows what she's doing.

And what is that?

Tell me, as I'm confused. The tag hasn't been moving for three hours.

- How long? - Since noon.

Another woman came by.

What is the way you Russians work? Don't you give a s*** about your agent?

- What if he killed her? - Easy!

You're on my territory!

Be careful, dude.

I said I'd take care of it.

- And I will. - Shut up.

You're very tedious and stubborn, Vlad.

All this looks like a bad déjà vu.

You were released under certain condition: not to approach Chistyakov. You broke it.

I broke nothing, but I'll repeat.

I'm not talking about it without my lawyer.

Where's Elena Shirokova?

- I need to search the house. - Do you have a warrant?

If you don't let me in now, it'll be considered as a kidnapping.

Her phone's billing shows she's here.

Gleb, you have suspended sentence.

Your position is not good, I advise you against disputing with me.

The fact I didn't finish the business doesn't mean I'm gonna talk with you.

- Gleb, please. - Leave my life for good, Shirokova.

I wait for you for interrogation on Chistyakov's case.

- What happened? - Nothing.

I can imprison him. We need to record beatdown.

Leave him alone.

Take her home.

Perfect relationship.

Down the aisle, then prison.

Hi. Arrived?

Gleb?

Coffee please.

Thank you.

Is that your house?

Go to bed.

It's okay.

There. It's okay.

It's okay.

When I have journeyed half of our life's way,

I found myself within a shadowed forest

which even in recall renews my fear: so bitter-death is hardly more severe!

By Dante.

Death is a system of transition.

When one system of existence ends...

an another one appears.

This system is necessary for relatively low worlds.

High and moral worlds don't have it.

In such worlds, there's a simple transition from one level to another.

Which carries out the essence of the transition.

This is the same essence of death.

But characteristically changed.

The one that got new energy

and passed to an eternal existence.

- Yeah, I got it. - We offer...

to make this transition the utmost beautiful.

A coffin made of gilded red oak.

Live music.

Media personalities invited.

An exclusive online ceremony of farewell and burying.

For the friends of the late who left Russia.

We place the spirit of your late husband

into media landscape.

Have a look.

Our late ones.

Ivan Ivanovich.

Ivanov.

Pyotr Petrovich. Petrov.

Sidr Sidorovich.

Sidorov.

I don't have so much money now.

Court delays.

Perhaps, some of the relatives will help you?

Hardly.

In this case, I can recommend you taking a loan.

Are there simpler options?

I feel they wanna suck the energy and money out of me.

- Who? I hope it's me. - My children. You too, of course.

They think we should completely devote our lives to them. Like we don't need them.

You raise them, you bring them up thinking they'll start living independently.

But they think we must support them till we die.

- Don't get mad. - I'm not.

It's not for the 1st time.

- I need an endorphin injection. - Come here.

- Hello. - Hi.

Now we're gambling.

- Here you are. - Go ahead.

Spin from 33 black. Please place your bets.

I want 30.

30. Over there.

End placing your bets.

Thank you, all bets are placed.

Three red.

We should invite Mila and her boyfriend to Ilona's party.

It's not a children's party, Ilya. FSO checks the guest lists.

You should try.

This hairstyle suits you.

Olga, Darius.

We should cut the party's budget.

Vodka.

We don't have money.

A standard producer-to-customer talk.

What? I'm the director, you're the executor.

I need to get three millions from it.

I need it for my shooting shift.

This is not a movie.

You can't turn crap into candy here.

Olga...

this is not the f*** time to show off.

It's time to work.

You'd never get such a great order. I brought it to you.

So go ahead, figure out something.

A little fluffy predator.

But don't forget you're a hamster inside a wheel.

Another one.

I'll go spin the wheel.

- What about the models? - Waiting.

We have to cut. Number 7,8, 12. Say goodbye to the rest.

We have to work, ladies.

Good vodka.

Fill it up.

You're friends with the prosecutor, I need to challenge the will.

I won't call Sergey Sergeevich for this trifle. Go to a lawyer.

Then I'll be f*** the lawyer. Why am I doing this for this trifle?

The lawyer is crappy.

She says Pasha's mother is to get everything, as Pasha was killed.

I am to get nothing.

Your husband left you penniless? What's the score?

Can you send money to my card?

Come on, come on!

Well, he's great.

And a cross, right!

Thank you, all bets are placed.

So this is on, huh?

Redistribution of the world's budget.

Is it according to Marx?

Six black.

- We'll start a revolution. - Change.

Right, double it. Or better triple it.

Shut up, greedy. Why are you so boring?

Playing a husband doesn't suit you.

- I'm greedy and boring now. - Right.

Zero.

17. I'll tell you this, you only live once.

Got it? Only I can tell you this. Do you know how you should live it?

How?

Have fun, don't whine. Go get more chips.

Spin from six black. Please place your bets.

End placing your bets.

Thank you, all bets are placed.

- 17 black. - Yes!

This is how it's done!

Great.

- Ship it. - We don't need more chips now.

- Got it, huh? - Alright, alright.

Congrats on the winning.

Thank you, but no one's happy for me.

Pavel... loved St Petersburg very much.

I've just remembered it.

He asked to spread his ashes over the Neva.

He said he wanted to become the wind.

- So, what have you chosen? - Cremation.

I wasn't just gambling, I was using...

a system. The system says to stop at the right time and cash out.

Thank God. I thought you'd lost your mind.

I thought you'd lose your jewelry, car, house.

And here we are, living under the bridge on an air mattress.

You'd never stay with me under the bridge on an air mattress.

Right, I'm crafty.

You are. The elevator is transparent.

What will you spend your winnings on?

What would you spend them on?

Why me? Maybe you should spend them on Grisha's study? He's your son.

- Nagging, nagging, nagging. - It's all her. Why is it me nagging?

You were right. He should make his own money.

Alright. Then we're spending the money without the kids.

We're spending the money without the kids.

The kids should go make their own money.

- Shall we go back to the casino? - Here's candy.

You're my candy.

- Why did you let her in? - I didn't.

Gleb, they're tailing us. She must work for the cops or FSB.

- What were you thinking? - Hush.

What do you mean "hush"?

You're hanging by a thread.

What if they make you the main suspect?

- You have bunch of reasons. - Not only me, Yura.

Chistyakov's violent death was the writing on the wall. He played dirty.

What had he been doing lately that I didn't know about?

He worked with some chemists, I don't know much about it.

Better tell me how I should save you this time.

You didn't save me, I made a deal myself.

I won't let them imprison me again. Got it?

It can't be we got nothing.

But it wasn't Gleb. I'm sure.

What other versions do we have?

I've brought coffee.

Thank you.

What can you tell about Olga Krutova?

Olga is a dark horse.

She worked for Chistyakov, among others. She was his eyes and ears.

Before it, she did escort.

She settled things with big guys.

I saw a set of businessmen's deaths in the '00s.

Many of her clients are among them.

Many of them had the same circle of friends.

Murders?

She definitely has the experience.

Arkady? I'm so glad to see you.

And who...

are you?

You were more persistent at the white party. I'm Olga.

The football player.

What brings you by?

Shall I feed you? Or caress?

I need help, Arkady.

I know you're a heedful and a very powerful man.

Who's also interested in art.

I'm interested in art? Let's say.

It depends on what you think art is.

The thing is I'm a co-owner of New Art Gallery.

We need to safely transport the exhibits to an exhibition in Europe.

Will you help?

Wow.

A footballist and a gallerist.

Go ahead.

File an official request and stuff.

We'll consider it. Thoroughly.

Arkady, you do remember what happened to the Morozovs' collection.

I don't want to find myself in the same situation.

I'm really scared of...

confiscation.

Please help. I'll pay my debt soon.

Do you have anything to offer?

What do you want Ekaterina?

It's not bad in here.

Quite empty.

Do you know why I'm not a suspect of Pasha's murder anymore?

They found out I get nothing in case of his death.

- So what? - Well...

I'm penniless now.

What do I have to do with it?

Help me out.

I'm a wrong guy. We barely know each other.

Why is that?

You're single, me too.

We have lots in common.

You're like a baby, Katya.

A huge appetite on one end, and a complete irresponsibility on the other one.

Find yourself another breast.

And suck it.

And you call yourself a man?

At least help me find a good lawyer.

Can you do that?

We have to go, Gleb.

Yuri.

I need to consult you.

I'll advise you with pleasure.

Sport is life.

- I thought we were coming to your place. - That's where we've come.

My gallery.

I remember you. Why you never told?

Diana Iskritskaya, a specialist in many kinds of art.

Surprise.

Fechin is Repin's apprentice.

Fashion?

Fe-chin.

How expressive.

Though he was considered a Wanderer, he was more complicated.

He had a unique thinking.

Why did you reject me back then?

Your pick-up line wasn't good.

If you'd talked about art, I'd have give it a thought.

Arkady is no match for her. Look at this birdie, huh.

Destiny, huh?

It's put the things in the right order.

- What about Repin and his apprentice? - Right.

The subject alone wasn't valuable for him.

It was just a good ground for...

uninhibited and...

and great painting. For...

peculiar...

composition discoveries.

It's very peculiar.

- Do we need to transport it? - No, we're selling it.

Unofficially.

This is a very rare piece.

How much is your Fechin?

Rubles.

A bit expensive.

Actually...

- I'm not into art really. - Arkady!

You should make your life an art.

Only this way you can...

fall in love with it.

It's a giveaway price for you.

By the way, deputy Alyaev was interested in this canvas.

He was ready to buy it for twice as expensive.

Vitya?

He's a f*** quirky weirdo.

- The painting is amazing, you know? - It is. It is.

Right.

I'd change the frame though.

Do you have a cat?

Have you decided yet...

what to become?

Come on, Borya.

Go slow, very slow.

Right. Even slower.

With an effort. Like a bleeding guerrilla warrior.

Crawl, dear, crawl.

F***, don't jump over! I said crawl slow.

Right, right. Closer, closer. To the earlobe.

To the earlobe. To the earlobe!

Damn it! Cut!

Cut. Another take.

Do something. Do something! I've spent have the shift on this damn ear!

What are looking at, Borya? Is he mocking me?

Are you f*** mocking me? Are you looking at the Sun?

There's no sun here! We're shooting in vain.

Are you a moron, Borya? I'm talking to you! Are you a moron?

He's eating there! Are you an artist or what?

I need a close shot of her earlobe.

The earlobe! Where's an earlobe? Google it for him!

Next to antilobium and auricle. I'm not an ENT doctor to explain!

- Borya! - The hat!

Shut up!

The earlobe, got it? The earlobe.

- He's eating there! - On your positions.

We're about to shoot. Get ready, guys.

Get ready, faster! It's 6 p.m. already!

Give me a walkie-talkie.

Fill it up, Valera.

Why is it 69? Are you f*** mocking me?

Ready? Go!

Hang on, hang on! Why are there four fans?

My condolences.

Can we talk?

How dare she? Is it okay, Darius?

Hang on, what the hell?

- She's totally impudent! - The actress is not in there.

We never had an actress!

Bring the ear back! Now!

Did you know that your husband had a secret apartment?

No. Where?

- On the set, Katya. - Back off, I'm on a bio break!

Well...

I'll tell you where it is...

if you help me get in there.

Why should I do this?

Cause you need money.

Lots of money.

And what about you? What do you need?

Well...

Well, Pavel didn't have time to...

give me some documents. They must be there.

Good afternoon. Can I help you?

I'm Pavel Chistyakov's wife. I need to get some things.

Here are the docs.

I'm sorry.

- Only the owner has an access. - My husband is dead.

Wow. I'm sorry for your loss.

But I can't help you. In this case, you can only enter having a court order.

Okay.

Really?

Here you are.

The keys.

- Thank you. - I also wanna...

F***! This place is huge!

Well, he wasn't a poor man.

B****!

Voila!

Hamid is not coming for dinner.

- What happened? - He's not in the mood.

- I wanna talk to him. - Not possible.

Do I have to make an appointment to see my husband?

Tell him that I'm ovulating today.

Your ovulation was 22 days ago.

I'll take this as a souvenir.

Don't feel like sleeping?

Do you know who he is? Hamid Abbs.

A billionaire. One of the biggest developers in the world.

- I know. So what? - This man will buy our masterpiece.

Why do you think so?

Have you heard that pieces of art have a special aura?

And it must complete the owner's aura.

I can see his aura interlace the aura of the canvas.

I got it. The picture depicts himself.

His previous reincarnation.

Your insanity used to touch me.

Now it scares me. Horror.

Horrible.

You're boring.