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I'm begging you,

let me make a call.

Just one phone call to my wife.

- It's against the rules. - It's very important.

You heard me.

So, Voronkov...

Let's do the math with you too.

Eighty more for the escape.

Plus those two in the sauna.

I didn't kill them.

Okay.

I've studied your case,

and all evidence suggests

that you killed at least your brother.

Yes, I killed my brother.

But I don't know why.

Because of the flash drive?

Why? I have the program in my head.

What program?

Autonomous operational system

that can fit on a flash drive.

The idea of me and my brother.

I didn't have a motive

to kill my brother.

There's always a motive, Voronkov.

Not with me, there isn't. Ask captain Markin.

He said, there are new leads in my case.

Maybe, he'll manage to prove

that it was an accident, I don't know.

- Captain Markin? - Yes, captain Markin.

He said, new evidence came to light.

So you are convinced

that it's captain Markin who was helping you?

Nikolai Markin, yes.

Captain Markin's name

was Konstantin.

He was murdered

in the airport of Arkhangelsk city.

And most likely,

he was murdered by the very same man

who was helping you.

They sent a mercenary after you,

and I want to catch him.

Why a mercenary?

Isn't it obvious?

Your head contains a program

that you can reconstruct.

It's a pity that you

cannot reconstruct the circumstances

of your brother's murder.

I'm... trying to remember.

Listen, none of this is important.

I understand everything, but...

I'm asking you... I'm begging you!

Help my wife!

She really needs your help. She's pregnant.

Somebody wants to poison her.

She is in danger.

Please!

- Alla Vladimirovna, I've a question. - Shoot.

Who was real Markin?

My student and colleague.

Excellent detective.

An employee I was responsible for.

Once upon a time, he was like you.

Awkward. Clumsy.

Let's go then?

Let's go.

PAVEL PRILUCHNI

DENIS SHVEDOV

EKATERINA REDNIKOVA

IVAN ZHIDKOV

SVETLANA SMIRNOVA-MARTSINKEVICH

SERGEI KOLOS

RUN!

I hate these urgent assignments.

No time to grab a bite, no time to sleep.

That's the job.

At least, this one is quiet. Not like the last time.

Sorry, uniform! Finish the story another time.

I'm not going anywhere with you!

- Until you tell me who you are. - I told you.

You are lying. The detective told me about you.

You are a mercenary sent to find the drive.

I don't know where it is, so go ahead and kill me.

Listen, if I wanted to kill you,

imagine how many opportunities I could've used.

What matters is not who I am, but why I'm here.

I need to bring you to St Petersburg.

Why? Who sent you?

Your friend.

I don't have friends.

Apparently, you do.

What's the point in me escaping?

My brother died because of me.

I have no way of helping anyone.

If it makes you feel better,

you didn't kill him.

What?

How do you know?

Trust me, I know these things.

You want to know the truth?

Come with me.

Okay, but on one condition.

- First, we drop by my wife. - Why?

It's my business.

Why do you believe you killed Artyom?

Remembered something?

Why should I tell you that?

Better me, than a prosecutor.

I'm more gullible.

You've been ordered to deliver me?

Follow your orders then.

I approve.

Moderation is the key,

be it trust or caution.

What about that guy?

He'll live.

I see the food is still in the fridge.

Untouched since my last visit.

The food makes me nauseous.

I can't cook.

I brought you sushi

and soup - just as you like it.

- Go ahead. - I don't want to.

I'm so confused.

Everything I believed has turned into dust.

Everyone I valued is turning into a monster.

My husband is accused of killing his own brother.

Best friends hate each other.

Varya, I don't know what happened to Dima.

I don't know why Matvei

is spitting with venom.

But I know one thing:

Varya, you can trust me.

You just need to erase everything.

Forget everything and start a new life.

Did you erase? Did you forget?

Listen, Varya,

I will never forgive Dima

for Artyom's death.

If it weren't for Tyoma,

I'd be rotting in jail.

Without Tyoma, there'd be no company,

there'd be no you, there'd be nothing,

-...Varya! - What about me?

Once, I let you already

to choose between us.

I won't allow it

ever again, Varya.

Varya,

let's leave!

Let's go away together,

start a new life with a clean slate.

Affording it how, Pasha?

I told you,

I'll have the money.

As much as we need.

What are you talking about? What money?

You are deep in debt.

I'll find the flash drive, Varya.

You hear me? Varya?

He knocked me out, and that's all I remember.

Who did?

The driver. A huge dude.

I called the minute I woke up.

Him?

Looks like him. Kinda.

Kinda? Or looks like him?

Looks like him. It's him.

Definitely him.

APBs on Voronkov and this man

have to be sent to every policeman,

every security guard,

every eating joint and flophouse.

And make local TV channels

turn these faces into celebrities.

Okay.

APBs are in circulation.

TV shows them every hour.

That's it, I guess.

I bought you a souvenir...

for... I mean, as a memory.

- So you'd... - Don't mumble, Vaksin.

You'll tell me in the airplane

what's so memorable about me.

What airplane?

You are flying with me.

Ehm... Why?

What do you mean, why? It's your case.

But...

You don't like how I work.

You keep... lashing out at me.

Yes, I don't like how you work,

because you can work better.

Because you love your job,

same as Markin did

and I do.

MOTEL

It's 7 AM.

Why didn't you wake me up?

I'm not tired.

And we are almost there.

Pull over. You need to sleep.

Or let me drive.

I drive and face the music myself.

This has been left for you.

It has information on the passengers.

Well...

Three of them have bullet-proof alibi.

The rest have been caught on cameras.

And?

Couldn't they use face recognition and run the results through the database?

Here, got it.

Denisov, Nikolai Grigorievich. No data.

He might be working in secret service.

First of all, I doubt it's his real name.

The passport is most likely a fake.

Second of all, maybe he did work in secret service,

but now he's just a mercenary.

Why do you think so?

Too much noise for secret service.

They would've intervened a long time ago.

It's quite possible

that he is an ex-agent.

Look at these pictures.

See?

See right here?

A bruise on the neck.

And?

It's the result of a chopping blow.

A regular paratrooper

would simply punch him in the face.

But this is much more elegant.

We have to find this Denisov real fast

and figure out who contracted him to get Voronkov.

And arrange me meeting

with everyone involved in Voronkov's case.

Will do.

There's only one bed, but it's big.

Hot shower. Clean linen.

Thousand roubles. Money upfront.

Thank you. Enjoy.

But there's only one bed.

We sleep in turns then.

...convicted for a murder.

He's accompanied by a man

whose picture you can see on your screens now.

According to the police, the fugitive,

Dmitri Valerievich Voronkov...

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? I can't hear you. Please, talk.

Dima, is that you?

Dima, sweetie, it's you. I can feel that.

Dima, tell me where you are.

Please, tell me.

Who's that on the phone, Varya?

Is that Pasha?

Somebody wants to poison you.

That's all I want to say.

Don't trust Pasha.

Varya, was it Dima?

No, they dialed a wrong number.

Go back to sleep. It's too early.

I asked you, where's the other one? Start talking.

I know there were two of you.

Look, I'm telling you, you got the wrong guy.

I'm alone.

Out!

Hey, bro!

Help me out with a fifty!

- To get warm. - Don't move!

- Slow down, rummy! - I'm freezing. It's just to get warm.

Just a fifty. It's not much.

Grab him!

Keys! In his pocket!

Got them.

- Go! Go! Now! - The bag!

Bang!

A gunshot to the head.

Right to the center of the forehead.

Considering the distance, this couldn't be just be a lucky hit.

The shooter was a pro.

And now, Zhukov Pavel.

Dmitri Voronkov fired at me twice

in the server room.

Vaksin, go to the server room

and come back on my command.

Bang!

Bang!

- Vaksin? - Yeah?

Who fired the gun?

You did.

Why me?

There's no one else in this room.

But you didn't see me from behind the rack.

So you think there was a fourth person here?

Could be.

The only thing we can say for sure

is that the shooter

knows his way around guns.

Where would a sissy programmer

even get an unregistered gun

with a filed-off serial number?

Where are we going?

To a friend.

But we had a deal.

I have to see my wife.

Out of the question.

Listen, you!

I have to see my wife!

She's in danger.

Do you understand that, you moron?!

I understand.

But we can't take this risk.

- You've too much heat on you. - So do you.

This is an accurate sketch.

But you arrested someone else.

Chief, where's the office of Kirilenko?

That way.

- Hi! - Hello, come on in!

Ten years ago, in a street fight,

you stabbed a person

and got a two-year sentence.

- Suspended. - Right.

Thanks to a good lawyer

hired for you by Artyom Voronkov.

And?

Yes, I was in a gang.

Yes, Artyom got me out of there. So what?

Artyom got you out of there,

and that's why you killed him?

Not to feel obligated?

Listen, you!

You know what I would to you back in the day for this kind of talk?

Go ahead!

If you think I'm guilty,

why did Dmitri go to jail?

And you are sure

that Dmitri Voronkov killed Artyom?

Yes, I'm sure.

So did you see

him shooting at you and Artyom?

Did you see him with your own eyes?

No, I didn't.

Did you hear the shot?

No, I didn't,

because the gun had a silencer,

as I was told later.

And what motive could Dmitri Voronkov have

to kill Artyom?

Everyone says he worshiped

-...his brother. - Yes.

He worshiped him up to a certain time.

Then he ran out of money,

and the bank threatened to repossess his place.

and that's when our Dima lost his shit.

Why

did senior Voronkov refuse to sell the program?

Because he believed that royalties

bring more money than selling the entire product

to a third party.

And you agreed with him on this?

No. I did not agree with him.

I simply trusted him.

You're looking for the drive.

Why would you think that?

Rumors travel fast in prison.

Right...

You hired someone

to beat the information out of Voronkov.

And when it didn't work,

you decided to threaten Varya.

- As a final push. - This is bullshit.

I never threatened Varya.

But you are a supporter of strong-arm tactics.

So searching for a flash drive is a crime?

Searching isn't. But killing

in order to seize it, is.

Well, I'm only searching for the drive.

And that's it.

Good-bye!

I hope you call me when you find it.

It will be mighty nice of you.

Listen...

You...

Do you have a wife?

Do you have anyone?

Do you love anyone?

I have to see my wife.

I helped you.

Now you help me.

Son of a bitch!

A friend of yours?

Not anymore.

No way!

You wanted to see her? Sit and look.

That's all I can do for you.

Get back!

Come on! Come on! Get out!

Get out now!

Shit!

Excuse me for the waiting!

I already answered all questions.

I found out about the escape from you.

Do you happen to know a person

who's on the run with your husband?

I didn't even know

that Dima is not alone.

Tell me,

after Dmitri got arrested,

have you received any threats?

No, nothing like that. Why?

No reason.

It's just that your husband was worried about you.

No, I don't know anything of that sort.

Did you tell anyone you are pregnant?

Dima told you?

Only Dima knows.

Did you husband

know how to shoot?

Not at all. He couldn't even cook an omelette.

Let alone shoot

It's Pasha who loved shooting.

Was he any good?

He was all right.

- What is your relationship to Pavel? - We are friends.

He's the friend of Artyom and Dima.

What?

He's the friend of Artyom and Dima.

Ah, friends...

Did you know that Pavel paid to Dmitri's cellmates

to beat the whereabouts of the flash drive out of him?

No.

Pasha is not capable of that.

No way.

It seems you are a bad judge of character.

It seems so.

Listening.

- Uncle Borya, it's me, Dima. - Dima?

Uncle Borya, I need your help.

Dima, where are you?

Dima, do you know that police are looking for you?

I was called in for questioning.

Dima, I can't talk to you on the phone.

I'm afraid, my phone could be tapped.

I don't want to set you up.

Uncle Borya, I understand.

I'm asking for Varya, not for myself.

I'm worried about her. Please, take care of her.

She's in terrible danger.

Of course! Of course, Dima! Don't you worry!

I'll take good care of her.

You... Just don't lose your heart, Dima!

Don't do anything stupid, please!

You know

that you have friends.

Me, Matvei, Pavel...

Pasha killed my brother.

He's threatening Varya

and sent a mercenary after me.

Pavel? Oh God!

Anyway, Uncle Borya, I have to go.

Please, do what I asked.

Where's the furniture?

Dima?

Sold it?

Not without your help.

Here, I put together some stuff for you.

I hope something will fit you.

Thanks.

If you want to take a shower,

there's a bunch of clean towels on the washing machine.

I can't forgive myself for not being there with you.

When I found out,

I ran all the red lights against traffic.

Yeah...

We should have a chat with Pasha.

You also think it's him?

No, we shouldn't mess with him.

You don't know him.

I know everything about him.

About Varya, too?

I'm gonna shower.

You violated our instructions.

Dmitri shouldn't have contacted anyone.

Circumstances changed. I violated nothing.

You got careless,

and you will face the consequences.

All clear.

Let's do it quick.

Check it and leave.

You shouldn't get seen.

Get in.

No, I checked there already.

Got it!

No way!

Where did you find it?

It's very simple.

Abie. Old Russian Dictionary.

Indeed. Very simple.

- We should leave. - Okay.

- We need to hurry. - Coming.

- That's it. - Hi there, guys!

Voronkov, don't move!

Sorry!

Voronkov, freeze!

Voronkov, freeze!

Freeze, Voronkov!

Freeze! Or I'll shoot!

Voronkov, freeze!

I'm gonna shoot! Don't move!

Get in the car!

And here we are again, Alla Vladimirovna.

I thought you'd never reach out after that case.

But you seem to enjoy

staying in touch.

Only in case of emergency.

Listen,

you told me on the phone

that you... don't have much time.

It's true.

Your guess is correct.

This man

does look like one of ours.

Have you filed an official request?

Yes.

I was denied.

Government is protecting us.

However, it doesn't prevent certain intelligence agencies

from having files on the best of us.

Listen, I don't have time to fight the system.

You yourself...

You can help me in some way, right?

I don't know this guy.

And his MO suggests an infiltrator, rather than an intel agent.

I don't see the difference.

There's a difference.

Both operate covertly,

but an intel agent observes.

Key words are inconspicuous and attentive.

An intel agent would never make contact,

unless absolutely necessary.

But an infiltrator infiltrates.

Direct contact is almost unavoidable.

Key words are fast and skillful.

See the difference?

Ah...

- This is getting interesting. - What is it?

This is a police van driver.

Knocked out with a single blow.

Very nifty trick.

Easy to overdo it.

It's famous but not very popular.

Killing is easier with a military knife.

Knocking out - with a punch to the temple.

I know only one instructor

who was teaching this technique.

Sergei Vasilievich Biryukov.

A living legend.

Well... In a small circle.

He's retired now.

But I have to warn you,

he won't

tell you anything.

I'll try anyway.

Give me the address.

Why did you come?

I came to protect you from Dima.

Want some?

Okay.

Why are you so tense?

Nah, I'm perfect.

Killer husband is on the run.

Perfect time to work on my love life.

You shouldn't, Varya.

You don't know Dima like I do.

I think I know you even less.

What do you mean?

I didn't know you can hire criminals

to beat up your best friend.

I was doing it for us, Varya.

There's no "us" yet.

There is, Varya.

I love you, and you know that.

When you find the flash drive,

you actions will show

who you really are

and who you are doing it for.

Sergei Vasilievich,

we talked on the phone.

One of your students

caused a lot of trouble.

I need his name.

Thank you!

I don't even know where to start.

Maybe, I shouldn't have come...

Varya,

Dima called me.

He asked me

to take care of you,

because he's really worried about you.

I can take care of myself.

Well, Varya...

Tell me, why are you here?

Well, let me cut to the chase.

I need money.

Yes, yes, sure. I understand.

I'll help you with money.

You are basically my family.

I have some savings.

I don't need your money.

I know you have connections.

I need you to find a buyer for the flash drive.

Wait, but...

When...

When Artyom died, it was never found.

Do you... know where it is?

Not yet. But I'm sure I'll have it soon.

Will you help me?

Varya, I can't promise anything,

but trust me, I'll do everything in my power to help you.

Let me know

when you have the flash drive.

Okay.

Two friends served in army.

They've been together

through so many hot zones and military operations,

that became like brothers.

In one of the last raids, one of them died.

The other got captured.

He escaped several years later.

But he was already dead for everyone.

So a dead man comes back to his wife and son.

He stays at home,

thinking of his dead friend,

drinking away the horrors of captivity.

And one day, he gets drunk behind the wheel of his car

and has an accident in the mountains

together with his wife.

He survived again.

His wife died.

His son was put into an orphanage.

He had nothing else to hold on to,

so he became a mercenary.

A human being with no job

is no human being.

Your time is over,

Alla Vladimirovna.

Varya...

I...

understand everything, trust me.

You have a right to start a new life.

I don't judge you.

I don't need your understanding.

I need you to do what I'm asking.

You told me to be proactive...

So I...

dropped by the apartment of Artyom Voronkov.

As a result, we've arrested Matvei Yurkov.

Did he come there with Voronkov?

Dmitri got help in fleeing the scene.

Thank you!

Okay, take a sit!

And why do you think Matvei is helping Dmitri?

Because of the drive.

Dmitri is a developer.

The whole program is in his head.

Why would he need the drive?

You see, he can sell the flash drive

and receive money immediately.

And the program in his head has to be reconstructed.

- Right? - Go and question Yurkov then.

And look into their paper work.

Get him to help you make sense of it.

Will do.

One more thing, Watson.

Excuse me, I'm...

I'm Vaksin.

You...

Vaksin, inform me, please, of your undertakings.

You know,

I had one proactive guy here.

His body was found in an airport.

Okay.

What do you want from me? Hey!

You need the flash drive? Here! Take it! Take it!

Who are you working for?

You killed my brother, fuckhead!

Sorry, nothing personal. I'm just doing my job.