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Nikita?

Tea or coffee?

Tea with coffee.

I mean, just water.

Hot water.

And add tea there.

I see.

Hidey-ho.

Hi there.

You're just in time. Will you eat some breakfast?

Is it a new trend to gobble sneakily?

Where's Lika?

She ran out of her morning face cream.

She's gone long ago. But what's the point? Morning comes to an end.

Kris!

Stop leaving your shoes right at the door!

- Hello, Likundra. - Hi.

Do you remember I gave you my yellow shoes? I couldn't fit in them.

- I came to take them back. - What do you mean?

My feet became smaller.

And I bought a yellow dress. Give them back.

No problem. I was too shy to wear them all the same.

- Where the hell were you? - To Cosmetic Fest.

They have a lot of novelties.

I filled the whole cart but remembered that I have to pay for utility bills.

- Likusik, hi. - Hello.

You've hardly bought anything.

I brought you money to pay the bills. Here you go.

I'll give you the rest when I find a job.

It's not enough for now.

Thanks, Ulya.

ANGELICA

- Hello. - Hello.

Is Margarita Sergeevna out?

Well, I don't know, Robert Valeriyanovich,

how you could be out for so long? I can't get my diploma for two days.

Come on!

I thought she's holding out only on me.

She could put a dummy instead of her just for show.

Poor you, I know what you mean. It's a mess and not a faculty.

There's no even an exam schedule.

Maybe our dean thinks she'll apply a cream, read a magazine and the schedule appears.

I can't get her to make this schedule for a long time.

- Robert Valeriyanovich. - Yes.

While I was working here I couldn't bring up this issue, but...

I believe you have every right to see it.

But the worst thing is that students are also one the social media.

I don't know how they will take their dean after that.

But Roman Alekseevich uses Internet to publish scientific articles.

Okay.

I understand it all.

We'll see how Margarita Sergeevna gets through today's event.

If she fails the University Night,

we'll bring the issue to a head.

Speak into the mic.

You ate my microphone.

Good morning, Zhenya.

Bon appetit to you and...

To a stranger.

Thank you.

I help Timur to get ready

to enter our faculty.

So he's no stranger actually.

Margarita Sergeevna will be glad to have another media personality.

So, Zhenya, you don't have your exams to get ready to, do you?

You'll come to your exam,

you'll get your test paper and you'll say:

You know, I'm not ready, but we'll have a new media personality at our faculty".

Am I right?

Yes, it's very mature, Zhenya.

- Lika? - Yes?

Have you discussed with Emelyanov the second phase of your relationship?

You're together for a long time. Why does he live with Ursul?

It's much better to hear "good morning" than to read it in a message.

And it's better to get your good morning kiss for real

instead of an emoji. A yellow circle with lips, right?

- Right. - I don't want to rush things this time.

You're right, Likundra. A snore and dirty socks are much harder to send.

Lika, you're wild about each other for almost a year, you get through a lot.

And Nikita is having a tough time.

He's unemployed and broke.

He's a proud fool, he won't ask for help.

Yes, he's just like that. Proud.

Ulya, you're right. Yes, it's a great idea.

I'll think about it.

- Snap! - What's wrong?

- I'll get the trash out. - Nikita has already done that.

I mean, shoes. I've seen them on a old lady and I never put them on again.

And I won't give them to you.

Wait! I made it.

Ulyana almost convinced Lika that you should live together.

Well, it's great, right?

- I'm a proud fool, I won't ask for help. - You're not a fool, you're moron.

She wants to drive a wedge between you two. Acts like a good friend.

When Lika's not around this lovebug eyes you hungrily.

Even if you're right, she's got no chance here.

You won't even notice how you mess this up.

Remember morning cereals with buns?

She'll get to you and Lika won't believe that you didn't start all this.

You're right.

- So I don't move in? - We need to ditch Ulyana.

I'll make our dean to get her a place in a dorm.

And she can seduce suburban boys.

I have an idea. We need to get Lika out of the flat for two hours. Can you do it?

- I can. - Throw my shoes away.

Granny, why do you have such a

such a gorgeous six-pack?

Granny...

Wait.

Just a sec.

- Hello? - Margarita Sergeevna, why you're not here?

The dean is not a concierge.

I don't have to be at the office all the time.

I am at the Ministry of Education.

Do you remember that we have an event at the faculty this night?

Yes, I remember. We have the Night at the university...

We've been preparing for this Night for many nights.

That's great.

Moscow Education Secretary will come to see us.

If you let me down,

you'll be able to compare at first hands concierge's duties

and dean's duties. Okay?

Lesha!

Holy cats!

And you scolded me when I got the dog on a bed.

Lesha, I'm in trouble.

You better ask the Tin Woodman than me.

Looks like the rector wants to boot me off.

There should be an event at our faculty tonight.

And if there isn't one than

it's my last day of employment.

Don't worry. Red Riding-hood won't turn red.

I'll arrange everything

and you get pasties and new turntables.

Do you know about the Night at the uni?

You can organize art spaces, exhibitions and tell everyone about your projects.

The Education Secretary will be there. And you?

Can't you just say that Margarita Sergeevna promised new turntables?

Okay, I'll be there.

If you help me I promise I'll never watch your butt.

- I don't mind when you do. - Then I'll tell Kristina that you like it.

Lekha, hey. Where can you go with a girl on the cheap. Except the subway.

Hey, bro, there will a great event at the uni.

Damn, I think we've run out of tickets.

But if you really need it I'll find some for my best friend and his girl.

- Thanks, bro. You just saved me. - You owe me.

- The Night at the uni. - You need my help?

On the contrary, stay away or you'll mess it up.

This hipster deserves an Insta photo.

- You like it? - Let me take a shot.

Is it bad, huh?

Silence. You'll piss the spirit off.

- What spirit? - It's Lika's granddad Vladimir.

I saw him in her photo book.

It's a fleck from the sun.

This fleck kept me awake every night.

Granny and her old man.

They groaned and woke me up. And her granddad was from security forces.

He tortured people his whole life and now he's making fun.

- Seriously? - Yes. You don't believe?

- No. - Let's take another one.

Okay.

Just relax. You look worse than granddad Volodya.

Come on.

No one. I told you they appear only inside.

It's weird to sleep in the room of Lika's grandma.

- And now these spirits. What should I do? - Don't fret.

We'll put thistle in the corners and draw a cross with candle above door and windows.

And we need to put a wild animal chap in the center of the room.

But you have to kill it yourself. I went through this when I lived there too.

Kidding? I won't even enter this room.

Look, what if we put a camera in my room?

- Like in Paranormal Activity movie. - You sound like Lekha.

He put the camera and then started to hit on me.

There was no ghost on the tape. Maybe they were embarrassed to disturb us.

- Are you alone in your room? - I am.

I like that idea.

Get in.

PHANTOM APP

Crap, Alena. Just don't be scared.

I think someone's after you.

We have an important night event.

We have to be vigilant. Excuse me, I'll catch up on you.

Zhenya, what's the body painting?

You're a future journalist.

Aren't we human? I always wanted a tattoo and Timur made my dream come true.

Why Sagittarius? You're Taurus.

Timur's Sagittarius. It's for him.

CALLING ARKADIY EVGENIEVICH

Arkadiy Evgenievich? Good evening.

Today we'll make Ulyana a gray blonde girl.

Lika will come here to the Night.

We'll also be here.

We will. It's our alibi.

Then we'll slip away. We'll have another night.

The Night of Wet Mattresses.

DOORS OPEN DAY WELCOME TO FACULTY OF JOURNALISM

- Good evening, girls. - Hello.

I have a responsible mission for you from Margarita Sergeevna.

She asked you to pour this wine into boxes with mors.

Cool. Free wine.

No, this wine is for the rector and the Education Secretary.

Yes. You are smart girls and you know we need turn up the heat to please guests.

- Oh, yeah. - Right.

Is your hair putting pressure on your brains?

What's going on?

- It's wine. - Correct.

Zhanna Fedorovna brought for the rector and the Education Secretary.

They like wine better than mors.

Why are we in the dean's office?

We didn't make anything.

We should have waited for your mischief?

Sit down and zip your lips.

Or Roman Alekseevich and I will eat a bug in front of you.

Stay here and sit still.

Oy!

My god, sex master.

- Where's Vershinina? - She's in the restroom to put on lipstick.

Zhenya, can you keep an eye on Lika?

If she wants to go home, can you tell me?

I'm just...

He wants to decorate her room with rose or pink petals. What he can afford.

- Yes. - Okay.

Just clean the room or you'll get midgets there.

- Okay, thank you. - Thanky!

- Yes, my love? - Love?

Your love will strangle you.

To make students, the rector drunk. Zhanna, what's going on with you?

Ah, you mean this. It was for you.

If Tashkinova gets fired, one bun will get a chance to become a dean.

And I will be the dean's lady wife.

And what about my opinion, lady wife.

Do I want to be the dean?

Of course, my dear. You'll get the weight, money, opportunities, connections.

It's an absurd job.

I don't want to push paper all the time and drink tea with dull delegations.

I'm happy to be a professor and I can combine it with editing and blogging.

- Roma... - Should I remind you why did we argue?

If you want to decide for the both of us,

find yourself another future dean.

Are you crazy to scare me like that!

- My heart skipped a beat. - Well, hello.

Granny.

That's the Night that we have here.

At the university. Look at this.

- Dad? - Look, what's become of your daughter

while she's messing with this young man.

I hope she'll come to her senses.

But the consequence.

For example, this tattoo is for the rest of her life.

Mom, dad, it's temporary. It'll rub off.

For now, I can cover it with foundation.

It's okay, Zhenya, dear.

When I was at your age I wore flared trousers.

And your mom was such a rock-n-roll person.

We've all been there, right?

Roman Alekseevich, it's none of your business, right?

It's just... I'm worried that

Zhenya will be carried away

by this rebelliousness.

As far as I know you have someone to worry about.

I'm very glad. Arkadiy Evgenievich. My pleasure.

- I'm the dad of this young punk. - Timur. Nice to meet you.

You're VJ Ursul, nice to meet you. When my husband is at work,

I watch your show with great pleasure.

Larisa.

Roman Alekseevich, can I have a word.

What are you getting at?

You made your choice, you returned to your wife.

Be a man, step aside.

Well-well, a photo with me.

You have no brains, right?

And no conscious.

What? It's not my fault.

Generally speaking, and

to be honest, it was Emelyanov's idea.

Hi. You found me.

It's now your turn to hide.

He's on TV for such a long time and still can't lie.

Take it and listen.

Good job. Send it to me, I'll use it as a ringtone.

Where did you get all this?

I hope we don't have a tied and undressed old lady in another closet?

Okay, we'll launder this.

This one as well.

Let's see. We don't need this.

Are you a real social worker?

If I'm not, I'd ask you to show your gold.

You wronged the cherished memory of my grandmother.

And my granddad, by the way, was no secret force agent

and he didn't torture people and that's a shame.

I'd love to use such genetics today.

He was a scientist.

Does it matter if he tortured mice or people?

- Lika, listen. - I...

- I'll translate. Emelyanov, you better go. - You too.

Music and ambiance highlight the progress and nonconformity of the modern journalism.

- Good on you. - Unfortunately,

this event could have been spoiled because of the dean's incompetence.

I would love to raise a que-...

There she is.

- Hello. - Igor Timofeevich, I'm glad to see you.

It's been a month since I returned from Edinburgh and I have a gift for you.

Twenty years, single-malt.

So please, come to my office.

Yes, come along.

Valera...

The gift isn't going to happen.

Welcome to our table.

But we've run out of everything.

I can go and buy some more.

I can't believe it, Robert Valeriyanovich.

You're going to fire the wrong person.

Margarita Sergeevna, thank you for the well-organized event.

Margarita Sergeevna, can you see me off?

My pleasure.

Ulya, I'm sorry. What they did wasn't nice.

It wasn't nice but it doesn't concern me.

It concerns your grandmother and your feelings.

And they know how much I loved and still love her.

They know how much she gave me and that our stories are alike.

Your story can hardly be like any other.

Well...

You just don't know everything.

My grandma was fat too.

You serious?

But when she married...