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“I killed Erika.

She stole the man I loved.

Forgive me if you can.

Bella Osmolovskaya”.

Why is it printed? Why isn’t it written by hand?

Kristian!

Kristian, bring the ladder.

The fibers of the rope are directed upwards.

It means the body was pulled up after the victim’s death.

It’s a murder...

...masterpieces of Arthur Gorodetskiy are appreciated

and took their worthy place in many corners of the world.

Inquisitive mind of the artist attempts to see the very essence of the things,

to see them from inside.

The conflict of mechanisms and biosphere,

of live and artificial matter are the main topics of Arthur’s art.

Today, you may see his artworks here.

Marina, welcome!

Arthur Gorodetskiy created his new work specifically for this exhibition.

The sculpture is called Alter Ego.

As if alive!

-Will he come or not? -I don’t know.

SVETA

A blown up tobacco vein.

Another circus performance...

What is the “blown up tobacco vein”?

Waste of the tobacco production cycle.

Hard veins of the leaves are blown up, powdered and added to the cigarettes.

Are people smoking waste?

Exactly!

These two were touching the sculpture.

Right. We brought it. We unpacked it, put in place and covered with fabric.

Where did you bring it from?

From the workshop.

As Marina Nikolayevna told us.

Who is it?

I took the sculpture from the workshop today in the morning.

It was packed.

Technician Seryozha, Arthur’s assistant, gave it to me.

Arthur often said he wanted to immortalize himself in the art...

This is what he meant...

Thanks a lot.

Victor Alexeyevitch! Victor Alexeyevitch!

Look!

-The Poor Sheep strip-club! -Yes.

Not a bad club...

was not a bad club.

Thank you, Anatoliy Borisovitch.

Happy to help.

I don’t eat sweets.

Wilma!

Study old cases of the time around Erika Laatz’s disappearance.

Murders, robberies, petty offences -

everything that happened in Tallinn at that period.

OK.

Arthur made the mockup at night.

I came in the morning and switched the press on.

It takes plastic six hours to harden.

I opened it and checked it for defects.

It looked well, very natural.

Then, I packed it.

You were drinking yesterday. Vermouth and Campari.

Yes, a bit. How do you...

This mockup?

Yes, but... Stop!

It was inside of the sculpture! In plastic.

What did I make the sculpture from, then?

Damn it!

Gorodetskiy.

Two males. 40-45.

Walnut?

He was killed.

Two strangers smelling of walnuts.

This is all I can say.

Cocaine.

It’s Arthur’s.

He was... using.

Wow! Maxim, come to Gorodetskiy’s workshop.

And call Petrovskiy from the Department on Drug Trafficking Control.

We found cocaine.

There is something else here.

I know who owned this thing...

Wow, what a house!

Come in.

Sit down.

Do you want a bit?

Forty years of age!

No, thanks.

What a good collection!

Yes. Eighteenth century.

One figurine is missing.

Futan, the god of wind.

It was stolen.

I think the maid did it.

The maid has nothing to do with it.

This is my Futen!

Where did you find it?

In Gorodetskiy’s workshop.

Gorodetskiy...

When did you last see him?

Yesterday in the evening.

He was with me, and then left.

To the strip-club.

What relations did you have?

Arthur was a very talented artist. But...

But?

Recently, he had begun to lead outrageous way of life -

alcohol, drugs, women...

Isn’t it typical for modern artists?

It’s not about Arthur, it’s about me.

I have a serious legal and consulting business,

and my reputation is very important for me.

Why did Gorodetskiy come to you yesterday?

He was asking for money.

I tried to make him see reason.

I even threatened not to open the exhibition.

But it was all in vain.

Did you quarrel?

Alas.

Are you sure you don’t want to...

I am sure.

Petrovskiy, the Third Department. What do you have?

Cocaine.

Did you have time to do the expertise?

We already have an expert.

I see.

Wow!

Is it all here?

Let’s divide it into three parts.

What are we looking for?

I don’t know. Anything that may prompt us to an idea...

Why are you staring? Start! What is unclear?

-Hi. -Hello.

I haven’t seen you for ages. Were you sick?

One may say so.

What is with your arm?

A bad client.

-Do you have whiskey? -Of course.

-Forty years old. -Forty degrees strong.

-Fifty? -100 g.

SIB

...the expertise showed that the package

found in Gorodetskiy’s workshop contained cocaine.

The weight of the package amounts to 23 g.

A large delivery.

I ask you to hand the case over to me.

Excuse me.

What did the autopsy show?

The autopsy isn’t finished yet.

There are some difficulties connected with unwrapping the body from plastic.

I may only say the it was a violent death.

There are a couple of hematomas by the neck,

supposedly from pressure of the fingers.

I see.

The case will be investigated by the First Department.

Lebedev, inform your colleague Petrovskiy on its course.

The meeting is over. Thank you.

Arthur often spent the nights at the workshop.

Therefore, his absence didn’t surprise me.

Did you call him?

No.

The relations between us weren’t the best. Recently.

When may I take my husband’s body to bury?

As soon as the investigation is over.

May I get the body as it was, in plastic?

Arthur wanted to be buried in this way. He is an artist.

Did you drink Vermouth with Campari yesterday?

Yes, this is my favorite drink. How do you know?

Here is your pass.

Don’t leave the city until the end of the investigation.

Vermouth and Campari.

The same smell...

...as of the technician making the sculptures.

They are lovers.

Smell, Robert, smell!

This is coffee. Smell.

Let’s go.

Come on. Come on.

Look for coffee! Look for it!

Dad!

Can you be more careful?!

At last!

Volodya, hurry up. I am tired.

Here!

Dad!

Bye, daughter. Bye.

Wait. You wanted to play with your grandson, no?

I... Next time. Sorry. Bye.

Where are you? Shall I wait for you for long?

I am coming.

God...

what is wrong with you? Oh, Lord...

I want to get my share from the sale of the tickets.

Don’t ask me.

Dmitriy Nikolayevitch is responsible for financial issues.

What did you want?

This is silly but the wife of the deceased asks us

to keep the body of her hubby in plastic.

What?!

You must be still drunk after yesterday.

What does it have to do with it?

It does.

You may skip coming today.

Go to your “poor sheep”.

Ira...

Ira...

What are you saying?

There are my husband’s sculptures! And you shall give them to me!

As soon as the exhibition finishes, I’ll hand them over to the lawful owner.

To me!

Maybe to you, maybe to somebody else.

You’re using strange wording. I don’t understand anything!

I repeat - I’ll hand the sculptures over to the lawful owner -

the one stipulated by Arthur’s testament.

A testament? What testament?

-Wow! Let me see. -Come on, let lady look at you.

This is it, honey. I can’t see anything too bad. A small allergic reaction -

like your ex used to have.

Our ex.

Thanks God that it’s all right. I got so scared.

Shall we drink some wine?

Like in old good times. If you’re already here.

Yulia. Next time you want to drink some wine,

don’t speculate with the child’s health. OK?

I really got very scared. He was sneezing and crying so much.

You know, when something is happening to Robert, I as if go crazy.

OK, sorry. I won’t do it again.

Taking Arthur Gorodetskiy’s frivolous way of life into account,

Svetlana Gorodetskaya could conspire with her lover

to order her husband’s murder.

The motive?

After Gorodetskiy’s death, they may exhibit his sculptures

all over the world and live well.

The murder itself,

demonstrative and defiant, speaks in favor of this version too.

Now everybody will know that such an artist existed.

I see.

Listen...

May I spend the night here?

It’s not a hostel.

And I was wondering why you decided to fork out!

Just for one right!

I, Arthur Gorodetskiy,

being in my sound mind and in sober memory,

having been informed by my notary about the general requirements

of the Civil Code, am making the following instruction for the case of my death:

I bequeath all my property, irrespective of where it is located

or what it consists of, including my apartment, summer cottage,

sculptures and all the rights to them to my Muse and loved one

Khazarova Marina.

I won’t leave it like this...

The notary has explained the articles of the Civil Code

about the right to draw up testimonies.

The text of the testament has been read to be aloud,

corresponds to my will and is signed by my personally.

He left everything to that bitch! Everything! Even the apartment.

All the sculptures...

Oh, here, here...

By the way, who do these ones belong to?

To nobody.

They aren’t finished yet.

We need the PR.

The conspiracy between Svetlana Gorodetskaya and the technician

was a good version. Before the testament was made public today.

And?

Pay attention.

Almost all sculptures of Gorodetskiy have a large cavity inside.

Yes. And?

Until recently, not much was known about Arthur Gorodetskiy.

We checked the countries where his exhibitions were organized.

It turned out that all of them took place in Bolivia.

Even I understand that Bolivia isn’t a center of world art.

The official address of the place where the exhibitions were carried out

in a forsaken pavilion in the suburb of La Paz.

It’s well know that plastic doesn’t leak smells.

The only way to find drugs

when they pass the customs

is to X-ray he sculptures, which won’t show anything.

The fact that all the sculptures were destroyed on return

speaks in favor of this version.

What do you mean?

Modern art, contemporary art.

Exhibits that are in the gallery now returned from Bolivia a week ago.

If our version is correct, there is cocaine in those sculptures.

We need a permission to open up the sculptures.

Do you realize what mess will start?

What if we fail to find anything there?

I am already getting letters demanding to return the body of the great artist

for the funerals!

Is the expertise ready, by the way?

Yes.

He died of asphyxia.

I found a capsule with cyanide in Gorodetskiy’s mouth.

But he didn’t have time to swallow it.

An attempt to hide a murder with a suicide?

I see.

I got a request to return the body of the artist

in the same plastic he had been before we took him.

I’ll give it as it should be. Without any plastic.

I permit you to open up one sculpture.

If you find drugs there,

the case will be transferred to Petrovskiy’s Department.

The meeting is over.

-Wait. -What?

Sorry. I overdid it the day before yesterday.

Where were you all night?

With what “poor sheep”?

With this one...

You could have called.

I worried and waited for you.

You said that I “shouldn’t come”!

So what?

Not at work!

Peace?

The last time!

Damn it.

Yes?

...the alarm was switched off, the door knocked out.

Of course, nobody saw or heard anything.

-Was the crime scene marked up? -No.

The agent and Platonov came in the morning and found that.

They called us. I ordered not to let anybody in.

Gorodetskaya did it.

It was her, I am sure.

You shall arrest and interrogate her! It was her!

We will sort it out.

The same two people.

-Indium... -Indium?

Hookah.

Caterpillar.

It’s so big...

No. Not the hookah. She smokes bamboo.

A cat.

A cat.

Here you are,

big cat!

The state is stable.

There are neither alkaloids nor opiates in the blood.

Weird. The expertise showed that there were traces of cocaine

in the jar he had smelled.

No, the substance itself didn't get into his body.

I think it’s his reaction to smell.

When will he come to his senses?

I don’t know.

How are you feeling?

Why did you come to me again,

caterpillar?

Who?!

Go and smoke your bamboo!

-How is he? -I don’t care!

Bloody drug addict!

-How are you? -You came, my love!

-I think I’ll wait. -No, I’ll call the nurse.

Sorry.

Where did she go?

For the caterpillar?

Don’t keep silence,

talk to me, kitty...

Oh yes, you’re really high...

High?

Arthur dedicated all his artistic life to plastic.

I’m executing his last will.

This is how he wanted to be buried.

Sorry. It’s hard to talk.

I lost my husband,

my beloved man,

and a great artist.

In memory of Arthur,

I’ll arrange an exhibition of his unfinished works.

Farewell, Arthur...

What happened?

Where am I?

Who do you think I am?

Vitya, are you all right?

Thanks God!

I am extremely thirsty.

Where are my things? Why am I wearing this?

You had a fit, so to speak.

A fit? What fit?

What was I doing?

Let’s talk about it later.

You said “indium” when examining sculptures in the gallery.

What does it mean?

It’s a rare earth metal.

-And? -This is all.

Did I say anything else?

About some other smells?

You did.

But it has nothing to do with the case...

-How did the funerals go? -It was epic. Lots of journalists.

Everybody is intrigued and waiting for an exhibition of unfinished,

yet unknown works.

How many have you done?

This is the third one. I don’t know how to call it.

It doesn’t matter. I’ll think of it later. What is it?

A conditioner, a chair.

Too few. We need more.

First, plastic needs time to harden.

Secondly, I’m out of ideas.

What ideas? He was a drug addict.

Take everything, cut it in half,

cover with branches, and pour plastic on it!

We need more sculptures for the exhibition.

The expertise showed that there was cocaine inside of the sculpture.

The attack of the vandals at the exhibition is no more than a staging.

We also found one interesting detail out.

The alibi of Gorodetskiy’s assistant wasn’t confirmed.

He confessed that not long before his death,

Gorodetskiy left some important letter.

In case of Gorodetskiy’s death, it was to be sent to the police.

Where is the letter now?

Gorodetskiy’s assistant has it.

He will hand it over to us in exchange of our refusal

to instigate the case and the witness protection program.

OK. Work on it tomorrow.

And now, the meeting is over.

Listen.

Why did Tatyana look at me in such a weird way

when discharging me?

What happened?

We’re in a hurry. Let’s talk later.

What happened?

You were confessing your love to her.

No!

Also, Yulia came to visit you.

Did I confess my love to her too?

Maybe. She reacted quite heatedly.

And you called me “kitty”.

Go to hell!

No, but really.

And you said you wanted to know...

Dima, why did you arrange an event with unopened statues?

-Sculptures... -It doesn’t matter.

Who are you?

Will you give it yourself and shall I help you?

What shall I give? Who are you? Where did you take the key?

Gorodetskiy was completely out of control.

He was going crazy, demanding an exhibition.

He threatened to give us in.

Seryozha, I beg you - take the gun away!

-Where is the letter? -Help! I...

If you don’t want to do it in a good way...

What did Gorodetskiy know about me?

Nothing!

Absolutely nothing!

He was only in contact with me!

It’s good.

It’s very good.

Do you want to say something?

Won’t you shout?

I don’t know anything about a letter! You’re mistaken.

Please let me go!

Freeze, everybody!

You came in time, Marina.

Really, in time...

Who hired you?

It’s clear, Comrade Colonel!

You may come in.

-What do we do now? What? -Get rid of the body.

It’s a Turkish carpet! A handmade one...

You won’t have them in prison. Will you help?

It’s all your fault. Why did you kill Gorodetskiy now?

Why put him into plastic?

I had to get rid of him. He became dangerous.

If your bastards didn’t overdo it, it’d be a great act of artistic suicide.

Have they already called, by the way?

Where is the letter?

Unknown no. 1. Killer of Gorodetskiy, loves walnuts.

Stranger no. 2.

I know who sent him here...

There is no connection. Weird. They had to finish and call.

There was no letter.

It’s a trap, and you were caught!

-Together with you! -No.

Those two are your people. They don’t know about me.

God, what do I do?

What do I do? What do I do?

-Don’t worry. I’ll sort it out. -Really?

Don’t worry.

What is there?

Smoking kills.

Your favorite 40-year-old whiskey is on fire.

Once, I saw customs officers checking sculptures at the airport.

With dogs.

I thought - what may they smell there?

Plastic keeps the smells in.

That was how the idea of transporting the drugs was born.

How long were you transporting drugs?

Petrovskiy caught us during the second delivery.

He offered us to work for him

in exchange for a refusal to instigate a criminal case against us.

He was our roof, and was taking 70% of the profits.

In essence, we were mostly working for him.

What did you kill Platonov for?

I didn’t kill anybody.

It was a suicide.

You were going to sign a voluntary confession, didn’t you?

I am confessing.

But I didn’t kiss anybody.

Take her away.

Hi. We shall talk.

Hello.

Do you have the same chair for the criminals and normal people?

What happened?

Vitya,

I found a good drug abuse doctor.

Talk to him.

You’re friends!

I am opening this exhibition of unfinished

and previously unknown works of my husband,

talented artist Arthur Gorodetskiy

who has always been ahead of his time!

This sculpture is called Freshness.

I found something.

On the day Erika Laatz disappeared,

another person went missing too.

A ten-year-old boy.

He went missing in Gorhall and was found three days later

in a totally different place.

We shall find him. Are there any data in the case materials?

Yes. We know who he is.

Subtitle translation by Olga Cherniavska