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No!

Does he keep staring at us?

The driver?

Does he even speak English you think?

Hey, Sergei, you no like American?

Wow.

We're here.

Ah, keys.

Thank you.

Thanks for all your help, Sergei!

The foreigners have arrived.

So this is it.

Yeah.

44.

Worth a lot.

Let's get inside.

You know where we're going?

Second floor.

It's the only furnished suite.

Wow.

All this, all ours.

You mean mine.

But I share.

Come on.

Hello!

Welcome!

Welcome to Kyiv.

I am Anjelica.

You must be Sasha.

Anjelica, of course.

Hi, nice to meet you.

This is my husband Peter.

Um, you gave us a bit of a fright.

Sorry for that.

Hello, Peter.

Nice to meet you.

Sad to meet you under the circumstances.

No problem.

We're here now.

Yes you are.

This is much more than I expected.

It's been asleep many years.

And now we wake it up.

Would you assist me?

Let's do it.

Yeah, might as well.

It will be better.

Huh, someone had taste back in the day.

Arno.

Yes, much much better.

I bring some few items to get you started.

Most important, refreshments.

Ah, well done.

Vodka.

The national pastime.

Anything you need while in Kyiv.

Completely at your disposal, me and idiot husband Sergei.

Thank you so much for arranging everything here.

Uh, but tell me, I'm curious.

Why isn't this building occupied?

Yeah, it's right in the center of the city.

It's prime real estate.

Dinner reservations, directions,

taxi, anything for office, you call me.

Not all speak English here.

And uh, where is everybody?

It was empty outside.

Enjoy your stay.

Sergei wouldn't even come up.

Beautiful place.

But it does not like strangers.

And we are strangers.

I don't think so.

Yes, strangers.

But not for long.

This turned out pretty well.

Mm.

If you forget why we're here, I suppose.

Right.

Rest his soul.

Ah.

To Uri.

We say budmo.

Budmo.

"Many years of life and death,

yet ghosts are forever."

Well, once we sell,

this house of ghosts becomes somebody else's problem.

It's gotta be worth a few mil.

Slow down, we just got here.

You're right.

It is yours.

And who knows what else we might discover while

we're here.

Well, come discover what the former Soviet Union

has to offer.

Hey!

Peter?

Yeah.

Nothing.

Sorry, I thought...

Did you come in a second ago?

No.

I'm in bed.

You exhausted me.

No!

Sorry, Grandpa.

Peter?

What time....

Morning, babe.

Morning.

Oh, coffee.

I didn't make coffee.

What is it?

Who was that man you were talking to?

That's our Kyiv lawyer.

He came early.

I told him to go home.

How did these groceries get here?

What is it?

You alright?

You sleep okay?

Never mind.

Wait....

No, what is it?

What was it?

I heard noises last night.

What kind of noises?

Couldn't make them out.

Voices, then banging.

Banging, okay.

I followed the sounds, tripped on your suitcase.

I ended up at the kids' room.

And then?

And then nothing.

The door was open so I closed it.

And I came back to bed.

You know it is an old house, Sasha.

I tell you, I closed that door.

Okay, okay.

Well did you open it this morning?

No, no.

So the door was open this morning and what,

fucking ghosts put groceries in the hallway?

It's just the jet lag messing with you.

Look, why don't you let me make you a nice ghostly and

terrifying breakfast, yeah?

Okay?

A copy of documents signed last month in Chicago,

in English.

These were filed stateside by my grandfather's attorney.

All known property and assets have been catalogued here.

So we've filed all the documents in the

U.S., which means she just signs here and

we're good to go, yeah?

Of course.

Of course.

Mmm.

You sign here.

I can make out dollar amounts, bank wire details,

but I don't know what else it says.

Uh...

Mr. Volkov.

Roman.

All these pages are in Russian?

There should be a translated copy.

Don't worry, Mrs. Sasha.

I work on your behalf.

I handle and take care of everything.

This is what needs to be signed for you to claim

the assets.

And this to sell the assets.

Fine.

But I haven't decided if I'm selling this building yet.

Uh.

It was assumed that you'd be selling everything, Sasha.

Assumed?

Yes, it is assumed.

Is it?

What about just the estate transfer documents?

From Yuri to me.

Roman.

I'm not signing my name in documents presented

in Cyrillic.

Yeah, how do we get these translated?

I need to see those estate transfer documents.

And I will decide on this building later.

Will you be interested to know your other assets?

Give us some time to....

Why don't we just call you a bit later and arrange a

proper time to look at the rest of the items on the list,

yeah?

Okay, fine.

I go now and await you.

I think you spooked him, Sash.

He is a real lawyer, right?

Yeah, yeah he's a real lawyer.

I'm gonna leave you to it.

Are you going to be okay?

I mean, here?

Alone?

I think so.

Oooh.

You're funny.

You know, you should be careful.

Somebody could be watching.

Could be, or should be?

I'm gonna go take care of Roman.

Sasha!

Yes.

Hello?

Who is it?

Hey, babe, how are you?

Where are you, Peter?

When are you coming back?

Eh.

Eh, I'm gonna be back soon, I hope.

Tell me what's going on.

Don't worry.

I'm gonna explain everything when I get back.

Yeah, and when will that be exactly?

I was waitlisted for a flight back but no luck,

so um, I may end up having to hire a car or take

a god damned bus.

A bus.

Just get back here, please.

I will.

Tell me what's been happening.

I hardly know where to begin.

Sasha, what was that?

Sasha!

What happened, are you there?

A door just slammed.

I- I have to go.

What?

What door?

Sasha!

Don't hang up....

Sasha!

This room.

This table.

It's lovely photo.

Handsome, hm?

He was Soviet officer of, how you say, high ranking.

This may sound strange, but did other families

live here?

Your grandfather was high ranking military man.

Servants would have lived in the building.

Can you help find out any names?

No.

It's not my place to dig up such history.

But you may be able to find information at

Central State Archives.

Can you look at something for me?

Oh, I see you inherited many things here.

Um, yeah.

Peter went to look at them before they're sold.

This should match the list I signed in Chicago.

Hm.

Hm.

You not allowed to sell to anyone except one.

It says I have to sell to a certain buyer?

Yes.

Who?

Someone very powerful.

Anjelica, who is the buyer?

I have to go now.

Really, you should sign.

You don't know these people.

You have no idea.

Sign, then leave.

Seriously.

Gosh, wait a second.

What is it?

Well.

Hello.

Do you speak English?

I'm sorry, I don't speak Ukrainian.

Um, I'm looking for names, those who lived here.

Um.

Yeah, 44.

Da.

What?

Uh.

Come back tomorrow.

Okay, thank you.

Peter?

Peter!

Peter?

Peter?

Hello.

Hey, babe.

Hey, Peter.

I've been worried all day.

Where are you?

Hey, I tried calling.

It looks like my texts aren't getting through either.

I thought you'd be gone a few hours.

Hey, take it easy, alright?

I'm on your side.

Okay, um.

Anjelica pointed me to Central Archives.

What!?

What the fuck, Sasha?

Hey!

What?

You shouldn't have done that!

Why?

What?

Wait!

I still don't speak Ukrainian.

Okay.

Okay?

I don't know what this says.

I know this one.

Olga.

My grandmother.

Babushka.

Makarenko, Yuri.

Stevanuk, Irena.

Sokalova, Yana.

I'm hoping to speak with Yana Sokalova.

My name is Sasha Anderson.

I am the granddaughter of Yuri Makarenko.

He passed away last month in America,

and I am here taking care of the estate details.

I'm looking for someone who may have worked at

44 when my grandparents lived there.

I would very much appreciate it if you would contact me.

I am in Kyiv until Saturday.

In fact, I'm staying at 44.

And hopefully you understand English.

Thank you, bye.

Olga.

Peter, are you....

This is Yana Sokalova.

I was a care to your 44.

Thank you so much for calling me back.

Is Yuri really dead?

Yes.

He passed away last month.

You are in 44, though.

It was passed to you.

I am, it has.

I'm the last of the Makarenko line.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

But I'm not sad to hear that Yuri's really gone.

Why would you say that?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.

Is your babushka Olga still with us?

She passed away long ago.

Long before Yuri.

I wondered what happened to her.

Such a kind and beautiful woman.

And Yuri?

What was he like?

I try not to sound rude, but he was unpleasant.

To my grandmother?

Treated her like a servant.

He demanded obedience.

And Olga was perhaps too timid for his liking.

Timid is not how I remember her.

Well, it was a long time ago.

When did she pass?

Um, about 12 years ago.

Sorry to hear that.

Very sad.

Thank you.

It is.

I wasn't as close to them as I would have liked.

Is there anything else you can remember?

Well...

Please, speak freely.

There is one thing I'll never forget: an argument.

A terrible argument.

Days before they left.

An argument?

Over what?

I shouldn't even be talking about this.

It's not my place to tell tales.

There is no one else to tell it to.

Your grandmother was very upset.

She accused the maid of having relations with Yuri.

You mean an affair?

Yes, and your grandmother said she would destroy her

if it were to continue.

Destroy her?

That's quite a threat.

No one knew I overheard.

Was Yuri having an affair with her?

I can't be certain.

It was so long ago.

Olga was in such pain.

She believed it in her heart.

What happened after that?

They moved away, for me,

and threatened me when I asked.

I was told to maintain the house.

They paid me.

I asked no questions.

And what happened to the maid and Irina?

Yes, Irina.

I never saw her again.

I assumed she was dismissed and went home to her village.

Again, I ask no questions.

Was there anything else that you noticed?

Sounds?

You're asking if I think 44 is haunted?

Yeah, I guess I am.

There were noises, but a darkness lingered

even in daytime.

And change can disturb things.

Do you really want to do that?

I honestly don't know.

Well, you will soon.

Destroy irreplaceable antique wardrobe,

magically open secret door.

Now up you go...

And you're in.

Grandpa.

Why'd you wall them off?

Mrs. Anderson, I have papers translated,

ready to sign.

See anyone you know?

I don't think so.

How did you get this?

By accident, I think?

Really?

This building has been cleaned many times over the years.

By who?

By cleaners.

Cleaners?

By an authority far more powerful than me,

and you.

Just tell me what that means, what it all means.

Sure.

You're gonna know soon enough.

What was that!?

It's all good, Mrs. Sasha.

Do you have translated papers for me, Roman?

Of course.

Husband and I were able to identify and catalogue more

assets while in

So I hear.

And they are included in both sets, in Russian and English?

Of course.

My grandfather acquired a lot,

for someone who left the U.S.S.R.

long ago.

Now they are yours, and ready to sell.

Take your time.

I'm right here when you are ready.

All of these are fine.

Yes.

Mmhmm.

Except this one.

44.

But Peter assured me you would be signing.

Well, I've decided that this one holds sentimental value.

But Peter assured me you would be signing it.

Peter is not the heir to this estate, I am.

And I haven't decided if I'm selling the building.

Reconsider.

There is much at stake here.

More than you can imagine.

Who's there?

Who's is that?

Where have you been?

I think it's Irina's.

The maid.

They had a maid.

Oh, that thing stinks.

Where did you find that thing?

In the attic?

In the cellar.

There's a cellar?

I spoke with the caretaker from when they

lived here.

And who might that be?

Yana Sokalova.

She told me she overheard an argument between Irina

and my grandmother.

So?

She heard my grandmother threaten to

destroy her.

Because she was having an affair with...

With Yuri.

And now here's Irina's dress with blood on it

which you found hidden in the cellar.

Central Archives has no record of her after working

here, dead or alive.

And Yana was later threatened, told not to ask questions.

The same three men in here?

Now there are three men watching out there.

Maybe the maid just got scared and ran away.

No, that's unlikely.

You think murder is more likely?

I think my grandmother may have killed her.

It would explain why her ghost wants me to look.

The ghost of Irina?

Really?

Maybe this, uh, Yana killed her.

I needed you here.

She scratched her killer's name on the floor upstairs.

The bloody dress, hair in the furnace, they cremated her.

This is crazy, you're crazy.

No, that explains why they left here suddenly in 1966.

Yuri had that kind of power.

Look, all this is in the past.

We can't do anything to change it.

We're flying out of here tomorrow.

Peter, this changes everything.

No it doesn't, and you're not changing anything,

that's the point of the documents you signed,

or we lose.

Do you not understand that?

Look, whatever he did, whatever they did,

it doesn't matter.

We can be set for life.

All you have to do is sign the documents!

Has this...

Has this been your plan the whole time?

Roman, come on in.

Now, the one signature needed on the dotted line.

Why are you doing this?

We need this more than you know, Sasha.

I'm trying to protect you.

I don't need you for that!

Sasha!

Now, that may be a problem.

No shit.

Don't tell anyone we help you, please.

I won't.

Are you sure this is the address?

She's lived here since 1995,

according to Central Archives.

Will you come in with me?

I am not stepping into that place.

Our job is to maintain and to audit otherwise.

They pay, we ask no questions.

Okay?

Okay, but you'll wait for me.

Yes.

And then Sergei and I look forward driving you

to airport tomorrow.

You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Hello, Yana, it's nice to meet you.

Would you please come in?

I'm surprised to see you here.

I am too.

This must sound crazy, but you're the only one who really

knew anything about my family.

I was hoping for some more answers.

I was trying to finalize Yuri's estate, but well,

I uncovered things that...

secrets that weren't ever supposed to see the

light of day.

One way another, the truth will out.

You recognize these?

Yeah, I think this was just before they left.

Who are these men?

They watch the house.

Different men over the years.

They told me that Yuri was gone, and then threatened me.

I was at this very dining room table,

looking at this one from the same camera position.

I took that photo.

We almost look like a family.

Your grandma, though, prepared more meals and

cleaned more house than any maid.

Shameful.

Was he always bossing her around?

He bossed both women.

What will you do with the building?

I haven't decided yet.

You should do something good with it.

Too long it has stood empty.

Maybe.

Yana, I've taken enough of your time.

Me?

No.

I'm an old women with nothing but time.

Before you go, I want to show you some pictures of my home.

I'd like to show you some of my favorites.

This is me at the Embassy.

This is me in Moscow.

Red Square, wow.

What year is this?

Oh, 1970.

A lifetime ago.

You've led an interesting life.

Who knows.

But I want to show you one last picture.

I took it with me when it was clear your grandparents

weren't coming back.

You should have it.

The maid?

Yana, this is Irina Stevanuk, she's beautiful,

but why would....

Sasha!

This is your grandmother!

Olga Makarenko.

Yana.

Here are my grandparents in 1966.

It's their first picture taken in America.

No, this isn't right.

Why is she in this picture?

Uh, I don't understand.

You said you couldn't locate Irina?

I couldn't.

They said she probably returned to her village,

you said so yourself.

Well, there she is.

In Chicago.

No, that's my grandmother in Chicago.

No, you aren't right.

This is your grandmother.

This can't be right.

Sasha, dear.

Yuri, with Irina together, they....

Oh, Sasha.

I have to go.

Sasha, dear.

Sasha, what is happening?

Roman left the contract if you changed your mind

and want to sign.

Ready for the next 50 or 100 years?

If that's what you decide?

What I want is to put this right.

Then sell it.

Bulldoze this place into a high-rise.

There's so much pain trapped here, Peter.

Sign the paper, Sasha.

Set it free.

You mean so you can be free, from your debts.

Sign the fucking papers!

Listen to me.

My grandfather and his maid murdered my grandmother.

I don't care.

But I do.

I care.

Your grandmother died in Chicago.

They murdered my grandmother, upstairs.

My whole life has been a lie.

My mother was raised by murderers.

Olga was reaching out to me.

She was begging me to help her,

to free her from this pain.

This can't be you.

You're gonna sign, Sasha.

Or what?

You're gonna kill me?

Sign... the fucking papers.

You sign them.

Forge my signature.

You know, Roman was telling me how easy it is

to make someone disappear around here.

You're not going to disappear, Peter.

I'm not taking about me, Sasha.

I can fix this.

Argh!

Ugh.

I can fix this.

Argh!

Sasha!

Please stop.

Babushka.

I'm here with you now.

Are you okay?

I think so.

Are you ready to go?

Yes.

Peter?

Um, Peter's already gone.

Oh, well, good for you.

Yes.

Good for me.

Just this?

Yeah, I've got my carry on.

Okay then.

We wait you down stairs.

Sasha!

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