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If you hadn't run away,

they wouldn't have taken my son hostage.

Sorry, but my son is more important.

Let me go! Let me go!

- Let the boy go! - Daddy!

Hi kiddo! Don't be scared! It's gonna be fine!

I'm not scared, Dad

Him first.

I held on to my end of the deal.

You've got the programmer.

Let the boy go!

The deal has changed.

Kiddo! Do you hear me?

What wrong with you, scumbags?!

Go! Go!

PAVEL PRILUCHNI

DENIS SHVEDOV

EKATERINA REDNIKOVA

IVAN ZHIDKOV

SVETLANA SMIRNOVA-MARTSINKEVICH

SERGEI KOLOS

RUN!

Press on the wound!

Kiddo! Kiddo, open your eyes!

Good boy! Good boy! Eyes! Eyes!

Hold on! A bit more. We're almost there!

We're almost there. Don't close your eyes!

Daddy!

- I'm here, kiddo!

I'm here! I'm here!

Daddy, it hurts!

Press on the wound!

Get out of the way!

Eyes! Don't close your eyes!

Open your eyes!

Open your eyes! Look at me! You hear me?

Faster! Step on it!

It's okay.

It's going to be fine!

You hear me, kiddo?

It's gonna be fine, you hear me?

Sorry, I didn't want this.

Wait! You can't go further. Stop right there.

Stop! Stop!

Look at me!

Look at me!

The child is going to be fine.

Trust me, please!

Yes, the boy is in bad shape now,

but with good care

the child is going to be fine.

- Trust me! - Okay.

Tell me, please,

what is your relationship to the child?

I'm his father.

Considering the circumstances,

it'a a gunshot wound, after all,

we'd like to ask you several questions.

Mister...

Doctor, please take care of my son!

What do you mean? I don't understand.

Where are you going? Wait! Wait!

I'm just a hired gun.

They put a hit on your brother, and I did my dirty job.

That night, everything went wrong.

I had to terminate Artyom and get a copy of the program.

But you and your friend showed up,

so I had to improvise.

What the hell is going on?

I shot the other one from your hand

and accidentally damaged the server.

The result is a body and a destroyed program.

And now they hold me and my son at a gunpoint.

And?

Am I supposed to cry?

We have a common goal.

We need to find the client.

We deal with him, and part our ways.

Deal?

Have you seen them?

These people will take what they need

and kill you and everyone you love.

Okay. I don't have any other option anyway.

We'll settle our score later.

Any thoughts on who started this?

Pasha Zhukov.

Our partner. The one you shot at.

He loves easy money.

Wait.

But he took a bullet himself.

Yeah, but it was an accident.

He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

After Tyoma died, he took over the company.

If you hadn't smashed the servers

with the back-ups of the OS,

he'd have sold it already.

He didn't find the drive.

That's why he sent you after me.

To sell the program.

Do you have any way of checking it?

I don't know.

I can try.

He might have some proof left on his laptop.

History of communications.

Fine. Let's visit your Pavel.

Why are you treating me like this?

I didn't break any laws.

You can go.

That's because, Yurkov,

you are an accomplice of a fugitive

and a murderer.

I'm not an accomplice,

because Dima is not guilty.

- Who is then? - Pavel is more likely.

He had

more than just a financial interest.

He loves Dmitri's wife.

They know each other since school.

But Varya chose another man.

That's why Pasha killed Artyom.

And what's the logic here?

He loved Dmitri's wife, but killed Artyom.

The logic is bullet-proof.

Killing Artyom, he made Dima the fall guy.

He got the drive and the woman.

You know, Yurkov, you could

change your profession.

You've just solved the case.

Only one little hitch.

Evidence.

Do you have evidence?

I don't appreciate your sneer.

I think it's better for you to focus on the paper work,

on the documents.

Study it,

tell us what's what there.

Give us some advice. It's your field of expertise.

What kind of relationship

did the brothers have lately?

A normal relationship.

Brotherly.

I heard that lately they've been fighting a lot.

How would you know? Who told you that?

Your secretary.

Don't listen so much to women's gossip!

There weren't any disagreements.

Pavel had some, however.

When Artyom refused

to sell the company to pay off debts,

Pasha freaked out and started threatening him.

But me...

I am a lawyer.

My job is drafting contracts.

Stop right there!

Freeze!

Found anything?

Sort of. Mostly it's rubbish,

but one folder is password protected.

Can you turn it off?

I'll try.

If it doesn't work,

I'll use a software to crack the password.

It will give results, but the process takes time.

Take this.

- Why? - Take this.

And don't let go of it till we are finished.

Why the encryption if there's nothing to hide?

I don't know.

I didn't even know Pasha could do this.

Got it.

I got into his e-mail.

Curious message exchange.

A certain Kulik

offered big money for the project.

He was rejected.

Also, there were negotiations with foreign investors.

When Kulik found that out, he went on to threatening.

There's been a rumor

that your company holds negotiations

with other buyers behind our back.

Considering poor financial situation

of your company,

it's a very reckless move.

Our last offer

is a million and a half dollars.

Kulik.

And what does it prove?

Kulik

wanted to get his hands on the OS.

Pasha was negotiating the sale of our program

with Kulik.

But Artyom backed out of the deal

worth a million and a half.

And then

it made more sense to kill Artyom

and seize the OS.

And then Pasha

hired you to kill my brother,

for the deal to go through.

I don't understand one thing.

How does the junior come into this?

To be honest, I think

that on that night

something didn't quite go the way

the hit man planned.

I don't know who my clients are.

But it's definitely not Pasha.

He's a small-timer.

It's him. Can't be anyone else.

We have to find Kulik

and make him testify against Pasha.

Who could know the value of the Voronkovs' project?

Pavel, Artyom, Matvei.

Naturally, Dmitri and his wife.

And the bank

where they got a credit.

Miten'ka, I always said,

you're a genius.

They had to make an estimate of the project.

Please, get me all information

on this bank.

Files are damaged.

I think it's not the whole history.

These fragments are not enough to find Kulik.

GET THE DRIVE. KILL DMITRI.

ELSE YOUR SON WILL END UP IN MORGUE.

I'll make a call.

Hi.

I miss you very much.

Dima?

Please, say something.

I want to hear your voice.

- I love you so much. - I love you too.

Let's meet.

In an hour. In our cafe.

The one where we met.

Okay.

One more thing.

Bring the ring.

Okay.

How very touching.

We just need to find out where they met.

We will.

We should inform Vaksin.

I'll come back. I have to see my wife.

Sorry, man. Are you okay?

- Did I hit you? - No

Are you okay?

Sit down.

Sit down.

Sweetie...

God, you are so skinny.

My darling, why did you escape?

I missed you.

Did you bring the ring?

I did.

One stays at the counter. One with me.

Grab Voronkov only on my command.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

I'm okay, really. Don't worry.

Listen...

Please, be careful.

Pasha wants to poison you.

He wants to make you miscarry.

Pasha? That's bullshit.

Pasha doesn't know anything.

He found out somehow.

- He wants to poison you - It can't be true, Dima.

Good God, I'm so tired of you!

You go at it like dogs, and I'm stuck between you.

Sleeping with him?

The date is over.

What's going on?

Be reasonable. Let's avoid the bloodshed.

Easy. Calm down.

Police. Stay where you are.

Chief, if you get in the way,

I'll wipe out this cafe.

Do you need that?

Guys!

Fucking shit!

Mitya, get some people to help you.

Find all the information

on every dead soldier

who had been trained under Biryukov.

Also, find every record

of car accidents in the mountains

in the last five years,

whereby a young woman died

and her only child was left an orphan.

Crossmatch everything.

Find him!

Sorry. What's there?

GreenBank. A respectable one.

Do you know who owned it in the 90's?

Voronkov, Mikhail Lvovich,

father of Artyom and Dmitri.

Some shares also belonged to Boris Voronkov,

the uncle of our characters.

In 1998, Mikhail and his wife died

in a car crash.

And it's getting even more interesting.

After Mikhail's death,

it wasn't Boris Lvovich who took over the bank,

but a certain Shulgin.

It means that the bank was taken away

-...from Voronkovs. - It seems so.

Isn't it weird then that the uncle

takes his nephews to get a loan

-...in this very bank? - It's not weird.

Boris Lvovich

is still on the board of directors.

I knew it's you.

No one can surprise you.

But I'll try to.

- Don't touch him! - Varya!

- Stay out of this! - Don't touch him!

You'll kill him over my dead body.

Varya, he's done.

Get away from me! He's not done!

Get your hands off of me, stupid piece of shit!

You sleazy thug, get away from me!

What?

Leave him alone!

- What? - You heard me, asshole!

Let her go!

Get your hands off of him!

So you've been with me only because of the flash drive?

"Been with you" is an overstatement.

I leaned on your shoulder once

and offered you to sleep over

in a guest room.

I'm such an idiot!

Yes, I need the flash drive.

To buy my husband's freedom.

What do you need?

Someone else's wife?

Killing your friend? Who are you after that?

Dima! Dima, sweetie!

Varya, your husband is a murderer.

Worse, he killed his brother.

Go ahead, tell her how you killed Artyom.

Come on, be a man! Tell her.

How about you tell her?

You!

I found emails from an investor

on your computer.

What?

- The potential buyer. - What is this crap?

Proof.

Carefully collected in a folder

on your laptop.

Listen, you!

I've just copied a folder from Tyoma's computer.

I couldn't even open it.

It was the only chance

to prove my innocence.

You shot your own brother,

and now you want to get out of it?

I didn't kill my brother. You did that.

You!

You threatened Varya.

You were chasing after me.

You needed the flash drive.

You killed Artyom.

Listen to me!

Asshole!

I never threatened Varya.

I love Varya.

And the gun in your hand

I saw with my own eyes.

So good-bye, smartass!

- I didn't kill him! - No!

Fuck you!

He's not lying. I killed Artyom.

You are coming with me.

- No! No! - Get back!

- Get back! - No!

Please forgive me for seeing you in the kitchen.

You know, this is the moment

of ultimate importance.

You know, if I fry it even a little too long, that's it.

I'll have to throw it out.

Yeah... Such is life...

You know, my cholesterol level is rising.

So I switched to sea food.

It's okay, I'll wait.

That's an interesting collection.

Did it take a long time?

It's been about twenty years, I guess.

But now, you know,

I don't add to it

so many new pieces.

Financial situation doesn't allow it.

But, at least,

you know, I try to find unusual items

that have a history.

Wow! And what is this?

- Can I have a look? - Yes-yes, sure.

I'll be right there.

You know,

this one

is an extremely rare thing.

In the whole country,

it's no more

than ten rings like this.

Does it shoot?

Oh, come on!

Of course, not. Can't find bullets for it.

Interestingly,

even its maker is unknown.

Not a single one of these rings

has a stamp.

But some of them

have an engraving.

FEMMES FATALE.

Fatal woman.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Oh, forgive me.

I knew it!

It's burned.

Pity. Only to throw it out now.

What to do, what to do, what to do...

Pity... Forgive me.

But you

didn't come for the collection, right?

Right.

Tell me,

haven't you co-signed

the credit for Voronkov brothers?

No. I just gave them a recommendation.

Shulgin knows me, and that's why I went to him.

But now I regret that.

I shouldn't have helped them.

Maybe, Artyom would still be alive and Dima wouldn't go to jail.

In the 90's

this bank was managed by you and your brother.

Yes.

But after Mikhail's death,

Shulgin became the bank's CEO.

Why?

Don't you know how things worked in the 90's?

I was simply stripped of my position.

They brought their own man.

And that's it.

But they left me some shares.

Better than nothing.

Kirilenko here.

Alla Vladimirovna?

I found Voronkov.

Already?

I might even know where.

Probably it's where lieutenant Vaksin

found a bullet

in the police car?

I don't know.

Voronkov's accomplice,

that huge dude,

took him from us.

Any casualties?

Only wounded self-esteem.

He beat us up like kids and took off with him.

Where did they go?

Tell her.

Out of the city via Vyborg highway.

Okay.

Sorry. I have to go.

Happy?

Well, useless puppies... Back on feet?

Get in the car!

Turn around!

I can't leave Varya there.

Trust me, here is even worse for her.

Listen, come back later. I'm busy.

Alla Vladimirovna,

we are looking for the perps' car.

But so far no results.

Why am I not surprised?

A thorough check-up showed

that Boris Lvovich Voronkov

is on the bank's board of directors.

Although he pretends that he lost this business.

The uncle takes his nephews

to his own bank.

Maybe, he just wanted to help them.

Why hide it then?

I did some digging in the archives

and found some records

in the case concerning the death of Voronkov parents.

It was definitely a hit.

And it benefited only one person,

Boris Voronkov.

There were rumors that Boris Voronkov

was laundering dirty money in his own bank.

Can we prove that?

The case is old.

No leads to follow.

Alla Vladimirovna,

in the notebook of captain Markin

there was a meeting with Boris Lvovich.

It means

that uncle Borya knew

that Markin wants to sent Voronkov's case

for further inquiry.

The twelfth kilometer of Vyborg highway

has witnessed an accident.

A car crashed into a power line pole.

The car caught on fire and exploded

before the arrival of a fireman crew.

As we found out, the car was stolen today

by a dangerous wanted criminal.

The driver fled the scene, and the passenger,

presumably the escaped prisoner

Dmitri Voronkov, died.

Asshole! He killed Dima too.

Varya? Varya!

- Stay with her! - Okay.

Do you hear me?

I'll find this dirtbag.

Varya!

Even journalists work faster than us.

I want the forensics on the body immediately.

I have to be absolutely sure it's Voronkov.

I did what you asked. Dmitri's dead. I've got the drive.

Leave me and my son alone now.

Are you sure you have the drive?

You have only one way to find that out.

Okay.

My people will arrange a meeting with you.

No.

I'm making conditions now.

We have to meet in person.

I'll notify you of place and time.

I found our mercenary.

I believe that our subject

is Gerasimov, Nikolai Vasilievich,

born in 1978.

There are a lot of matches to the data you gave.

The agent's file is classified,

but I found his school photos.

He looks very much alike.

Thank God! Finally, we've got something.

Yes, there's some resemblance to the sketch.

Yes. There is very little information on him.

He used to work in a special unit of GRU.

Officialy, he died

in 2003.

That's his wife.

Died in 2006

because of the driver who fled the scene.

Has a son, ten years old.

He lives in an orphanage in Novorossiysk.

Everything fits.

It's the only lead we have to get our elusive friend.

We have to find the boy.

We agreed that you'll be alone.

I assume

we are alone now.

Haven't you neutralized my outside security?

Yes, and the ones in the car behind the house, too.

Have you been preparing to meet an enemy?

Are you a friend?

I'm a mercenary.

Mercenaries don't have friends.

If you don't want one as your enemy,

hold up your end of the deal.

Don't even think!

Hands!

All right, all right...

You'll get everything as agreed.

Where's the drive?

I don't have it.

Are you kidding me?

I don't have it, but I brought a person who does.

Don't you play games with me.

You hear me? Don't you dare!

I need the drive, or your son will die!

This morning a car was stolen from a supermarket parking lot.

Surveillance cameras show that it was our mercenary,

Nikolai Gerasimov.

We've followed the car to this place in the suburbs.

The road is blocked from both sides,

so he can't go anywhere.

Familiar place.

He went to Boris Voronkov.

And here, by the way,

are the forensics on the body

of Voronkov.

I knew it's not Dmitri.

One of the incident reports says

that a body was stolen from a funeral parlor.

Personally, I think that's the very same body.

Call a tactical team to Voronkov's house.

I think we can get the contractor too.

Unexpected. Right, uncle Borya?

Dima, I...

I was told that you died.

Dima, what's going on?

Who is this man?

I think you know well

who is this man.

You put a hit on Tyoma.

You wanted to buy the program.

It was your deal,

your personal deal.

That's what Tyoma wanted to tell us.

Dima, what on earth are you talking about?

I would never kill my nephew!

Well...

Then...

You don't need this thing.

No!

Give it to me!

But you don't need it.

Dima,

don't be stubborn, or...

Or what?

Or I'll end up like my brother?

Yes, just like your stubborn brother

who didn't take the deal.

And just like your stubborn father

who also refused a great offer.

So... it wasn't... an accident?

Dima,

try to understand.

This program costs billions.

I don't wan to understand anything.

I just want to destroy it.

No!

Such a small bullet, and so much blood.

Went straight to my heart, bitch.

I'll call the ambulance. Hold on.

- They won't make it. - Easy, easy.

I, Gerasimov, Nikolai Vasilievich,

born in 1978, am a mercenary.

At the order of Boris Lvovich Voronkov

I killed his nephew Artyom Voronkov.

His brother Dmitri

was falsely accused of this murder.

Also, I have killed detective Konstantin Markin.

Impersonating him, I helped Dmitri to escape.

That made my client try and kill me,

so I had to finish off Boris Voronkov.

Dmitri hasn't been involved in any of this.

That's it. It's gonna be okay now.

Everything will be fine.

Look after your wife.

I failed mine.

I hope you'll forgive me.

Take care of my son.

Promise! He's completely alone.

I promise.

Good.

Dima! Dima!

Alive!

Alive! My darling! My darling!

They said you died.

Sweetie! Sweetie!

What a twist.

We came to uncle Borya

to talk over your funeral,

and you are here, alive.

It was uncle who almost buried me.

He needed the flash drive.

He wanted to get it through a middle man.

Who? Uncle Borya?

Yes.

So did you

give him the drive?

No, I still have it.

Attaboy!

I knew you wouldn't cave.

So tell me,

what's with your uncle now?

He's dead.

What a twist.

Let's leave!

Get in the car! Now!

Fasten the seatbelt.

I don't do that on the back seat.

You will from now on.

If not for yourself, do it for the child.

Fasten the seat belt!

The child?

Way to go, guys!

Surprise after surprise.

Yeah.

It's probably mine.

No, it's not.

It's mine then.

- You want it? - Yeah, give it to me.

UNCLE BORYA

So you knew everything,

but said nothing at the trial?

What else had I left to do?

I didn't want to get killed too.

What's going on?

Your uncle is a hardcore man.

Boris Lvovich promised me royalties on the program.

You and your ambitions left me completely broke.

I thought I had at least one friend left.

A friend?

I hate all of you.

Brilliant minds all around.

You are a brilliant programmer.

Artyom is a brilliant manager.

Even Pasha, though a thug, had your respect.

And me? An errand boy who shouldn't get in the way.

No one ever treated me as an equal.

But it's fine. I had the final say in this.

Even over your uncle.

Come here! Quick!

- Are you all right? - Dima!

Let's go.

Don't move.

- Give me the drive. - Okay.

Easy, easy.

- Give me the drive. - One sec.

One sec.

Here. Take it.

There you go.

What's so funny?

I asked, what's so funny?

The drive is empty.

It has nothing on it.

What?

But you took it from Artyom's place?

Yeah, I did.

But there's only the intro on it.

The greeting. Hello and all that.

Where's the software?

Where's the software?

The software was destroyed

together with the server

during the scuffle.

It's only in my head now.

You lost.

You are lying.

You are lying!

Dima! Dima, don't!

Dima, enough! Please!

Dima, stop!

For Varya.

For Tyoma!

Voronkov!

Do you want to be processed as a witness

or charged with a murder?

Hands behind your head!

Go easy on him!

He is in fact a witness.

Alla Vladimirovna, you wanted to send me off in person?

Yeah, I decided to see you off

and congratulate on the promotion.

I'm flattered.

Just don't get on a high horse!

And don't forget to buy booze!

St Petersburg doesn't like cheap people.

I don't come here often.

Maybe, you shouldn't leave then?

You know, I wouldn't mind staying.

I... liked it here.

Can I... have your ticket?

The request for your transfer was filed this morning.

Accommodation is provided.

You'll be working with me.

It's nice doing business with you.

Good-bye!

Well? Got contact?

Both contact and contract.

Great.

Our first international contract worth four millions.

Not bad.

Listen, how did you pull that off?

We made an offer they couldn't refuse.

Who couldn't refuse what?

The contract is signed.

Artyom would've been proud of you.

Well done, guys!

Thanks!

You promised we'd go to the movies.

- Who promised? - You did.

Well, enjoy your family time,

I've got things to do. I'll go.

- What should we see then? - Cartoons.

If a man says 'cartoons', then it's cartoons.

Give me your hand then.

Abie.