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Is anyone home? We're back.

Don't stare as if you saw a demon. We were walking.

Hi.

My name is Andrey Petrovich. Do you remember me?

Tell your name to the Mister.

- Mila. - Mila. What a beautiful name.

Where are your parents? Where are you from, Mila?

Come on, sir.

Don't push on her like a demon on a sinner. She doesn't remember it yet.

But we're heading to the right place step by step.

Right, Mila?

Mila, can I show you something?

Tell me...

have you ever seen drawings like this one?

It's a tattoo on a hand.

Right. Who had it?

The man in the country house.

This is another man. Did you see him?

Can you describe the way he looked? Maybe he wasn't alone?

I understand, but we need to strike while the iron is hot.

Don't rush it, dearest.

All in good time.

I'll see you off.

She definitely saw him.

Anna, get everything you can from her.

How about we talk to her tomorrow?

Ivan's funeral is tomorrow.

Yeah, right. See you tomorrow.

What the hell is going on here?

Enough playing house, let's talk as adults now.

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THE VAMPIRES OF THE MIDLAND 2

Well, sit down, children.

Sit down.

It's gonna be a long conversation.

Is your memory okay, grandpa? There's a murderer in our house.

Technically, you're right. But that man in the park would die anyway.

Sounds logical. Any man dies sooner or later. Almost.

I can sense soon death.

I don't have to do anything special for it.

I either see a dark matter above a man or not.

You must be hungry, huh?

If I see it...

it means he's gonna die soon.

Why did you get him in the tree?

No one looks up nowadays. They either look down or at their phones.

- She's right. - Is the tree the only thing wondering you?

Come on, you said that man was terminally ill.

Maybe she knew it?

I didn't. I just can sense death.

And the second dead body?

It's very hard to believe in, but I have nothing to do with it.

I saw him in the street.

The matter above him was almost black.

Usually, it means the man has less than an hour.

I followed him.

Really? A suicide?

Like this couldn't happen, huh?

It could, but note how convenient this is.

She gets hungry, and here are ill people, suicides.

Did you really think we'd believe you?

Watch her.

Can you hear me, Grisha?

Grisha!

Talk with me, Grisha.

Grisha!

Grisha! Grisha! Grisha!

Leave me alone! Please be a good person.

They treat me like an animal here. Don't expect me being a good person.

Grisha, talk with me. I need it, Grisha!

Go ahead, talk.

You're the only good man here, you'll understand it.

Yes, I'm a monster.

I'm a vampire.

But I'm a vampire who's very scared.

Every minute I'm trying to realize...

what's happening to my body.

What my child is gonna be like.

What I'll be like after I give birth.

Can I survive giving birth at all?

I need support, Grisha. But my kind have abandoned me.

My...

wife is pregnant.

She's very nervous too.

- Is she really pregnant? - She is. - I'm happy for you, guys.

You'll see your child at least, but...

my baby's father doesn't even know it exists.

Believe me, I don't enjoy keeping you in this cell at all, but...

I can't do anything about it. Really.

Do you understand?

You can, Grisha.

Give me back my hair iron at least.

Maybe I'm the most loathsome and despising one...

in the world, but...

I'm a woman after all.

Thank you, Grisha.

Yes, Zakhar, I know what time it is.

I need all the info on the dead body found in the construction site.

- You mean the suicide? - Why do think it's a suicide?

There's a CCTV camera video. I'll send it to you.

Alright, if everything you say is true...

why didn't you tell us? Why did you run?

Talking with a pitchfork in stomach is not very comfortable.

I've apologized already.

Looks like she's not lying.

About what? A dark cloud above head?

Do such things wonder you? It's just my power.

- You touch people, but I sense death. - It doesn't matter if you sense it or not.

- You still kill them. - I deliver men from suffering.

Like forced euthanasia?

If people knew what they are to come through before death,

many would gladly agree on this.

Nonsense.

Look, some die instantly.

A slab falls on them, or they throw a clot.

But some get stabbed with a knife in backstreet suffering before death.

You're a cop. You must've seen it many times.

Indeed.

You guys died too. Did it feel good?

Well, that's it, comrades.

The debate is over. Let's get back to the start.

Now, tell us...

where did such a fairy come to us from?

Some few years ago, I peacefully lived in a vampire community in Ural.

We had our way of coexistence with people.

We started a small production. A farm.

We provided people with jobs and good living conditions.

In exchange for regular donations.

Everything was working greatly.

The farm was developing turning into a successful business.

But along with the farm, the appetites of many vampires were developing too.

The wanted even more blood.

And even more power.

The people working there turned into expendable supplies.

The farm began to resemble a prison. I was against it.

Our forces weren't equal.

And I had to run.

So you ran away from those who killed people to kill people yourself.

Silence! Let her finish.

I'm really curious.

I knew they'd send hunters after me.

- Hunters? - Yes.

They look for the people who ran from the farm.

I was on a run for a year.

But roaming the country looking like a 10-year-old wasn't easy at all.

I found myself in an orphanage. Then, a very nice family adopted me.

I even relaxed for some time.

But the hunters found me at that moment exactly.

I began roaming and hiding again.

I got into that cottage settlement by chance.

Although, as Remarque said,

"Chance is just another form of fate."

Who are your family here?

No one.

- Are you lost? - You can put it this way.

Let's go to my place, I'll feed you at least.

I knew the hunter wasn't alone.

So I hid and healed up.

And then she found me.

When you decided to read me, I realized you were a vampire too.

I'd met vampires with this power.

But you weren't from the farm, that's why I came with you.

Did you see this man?

I did. He came after the police found the head.

He took the head. Then his car got crashed, and the head disappeared.

You seem like a smart, grown-up woman.

How could the head disappear?

The hunters took it.

You loved him.

It's getting light.

I have to go, I'll be back at night.

I'm sorry for doubting...

but what if...

you saw the death of that woman only because you found yourself with her?

- She could've be alive otherwise. - Could've, would've.

We should just check her power.

Reasonable.

- Let's go. - Where?

I work at a place where death is official.

Good morning, Anna Petrovna.

It's curious that we've chosen the same gas station without agreeing.

Yes, it is.

You don't have to hold your tears.

I know what losing a beloved one feels. Like the whole world is going to an abyss.

The question is how to stay strong and not to fall in it yourself.

Once... I loved a woman very much.

When she left I thought I'd lose my mind.

I was questioning myself trying to understand.

I couldn't get over her.

A classic thing then.

I began drinking. When it didn't help...

I threw myself into job. But I didn't quit drinking.

In the end, it was dead people by day, vodka by night.

Dead people by day, vodka by night.

When I pulled myself together at last...

life had passed by.

I don't wanna the same thing to happen to you.

Your memories won't go away.

You have to learn living with them.

Thank you for the support.

If you didn't see a dying one in ICU,

it's either you, Doc, have great doctors here or...

- Or what? - Or you're lying.

It's a pity if you are. You could really help the local medicine.

Death is here.

Nice try.

But it's day hospital. No one's gonna die here.

The man outside.

Do you believe her?

He does.

Hey, worker. Come on, stop your work.

You're like snivel on the wind here.

It's just a little bit left.

I want you to have more than a bit left.

Alright, stop it, Aleksander. Go have a smoke or whatever.

Well, as long as a doctor is offering to smoke.

It's pointless.

You should clean the place after your affairs.

Baranovsky.

B***.

It turns out smoking does kill.

It means...

we sentenced him to death.

It's not your fault.

I tried to save them at first too.

But it always ended the same way.

It looks like you had a tough life as a human.

As long as you got this burden...

as your power.

Mother?

Is it gonna hurt?

Don't be scared, daughter. It'll just pinch you.

Then, you'll just fall asleep.

I came out of there as a different person.

Actually...

not as a person at all.

Hold on.

How come?

Well...

I guess there was a vampire among them, and its blood...

like with Zhenyok.

Well, anything could be born...

out of that mess of blood and sorrow.

Well...

damn.

Alright.

I'll got to Kostya.

I should talk to him about the hunters who are coming here any day.

I was going to visit Olga. So, I'll join you.

No plans at all.

- Hi, Mila. - Hi.

Is your father at home, sweetie?

He is. Let's go shoot some videos.

Well, Nastya is a kid...

but our girl is 90 years old, and she's jumping like a goat.

There's nothing to wonder about.

Old women of her age like spending time with kids.

- Hello? - Jean Ivanovich? This is Sayenko speaking.

You have to come to the station.

Why?

We've got a report that you faked Olga Vorontsova's death.

And you're keeping her as a hostage.

- I think I know who did this. Baranovsky? - Indeed.

Zakhar, listen. This man has turned my office upside down

searching for drugs. Now he's clearly on them.

Come, and we'll figure this out.

Baranovsky!

He's a hard-bitten scum.

But he loves her.

HE loves her...

- but I have to settle this. - Right.

Hello, girl.

What are you looking at?

I'm dying.

Not today.

Good afternoon, Konstantine Sergeevich.

I'm busy.

You remind me a predecessor of yours very much.

Your...

great...

great... doesn't matter.

He was a very responsible man.

He was constantly working.

Until he burnt himself out.

Literally.

He fell asleep over papers with a cigar in his mouth.

And he burnt. It's good that you don't smoke.

It's not the best time for historical journey to my roots.

I agree, I got distracted.

Here's the thing...

Why am I not allowed to see Olga?

Another doctor will be taking care of Olga Anvarovna now.

Another doctor?

Are you serious?

Is it because I refused to produce the medicine at an industrial scale?

It's because you acted like a man who's hard to come to an agreement with.

It means I am right.

We'll do it this way then.

If I don't continue to take care of Olga, there will be no more medicine.

Don't set a condition here, Doctor. Your access to Olga is over.

Hold on. Jean? Kostya? Sergeevich.

How come? What about your mother? She's gonna die then.

Without Jean's medicine.

Svyatoslav Vernidubovich, my mother is a strong woman. You know it well.

She'll live with God's help. Is it all?

- No, it's not. - It's all.

It's all. Let's go.

Let's go. Go.

He made a mess in my office.

Come on, no way.

It was him. The things gone are all my notes,

the Crystal, and an ampoule of my blood.

He doesn't need the medicine as he's gonna try to produce it himself

using my formula and Olga's blood.

Little rat!

He used to be such a nice boy.

What a loss.

He was a great cop.

Did you work together?

We studied at the academy together.

I worked with him. I saw him 30 min before his death.

It's all God's will.

Have you figured out what happened?

- Maybe he just fell asleep while driving? - We're still figuring it out.

We're late.

I think he won't take offense.

Will you say something?

I will then.

- His boss? - He was like a father to him.

Once I asked him as a joke...

"What will you say standing at my grave?"

But he...

took it seriously.

"I don't know, Petrovich."

"It depend on what I'll feel at the moment."

"I'll improvise."

I never thought I'd have to improvise instead.

I knew him since he was born.

He was... an active boy.

A fun guy.

A cheerful man.

When...

Ivan was near...

I felt better at once.

But sometimes in the morning...

I'd feel worse.

He lived his life to the fullest and...

he charged all of us with his...

zest for life.

Rest in peace, son.

Don't be sad up there.

And we won't be sad down here.

My condolences.

Who is she?

His girlfriend.

She's beautiful.

Kolya, I need your help.

Could you run a test?

If you ask for it.

My condolences.

Thank you.

Yes?

- Is it ready? - Yes, Konstantine Sergeevich.

The sample is made according to the notes found in the doc's office.

From the blood found there.

But we need a control group to be sure.

A control group?

Come.

How is she?

She's calmer today.

Hold on. Aren't you gonna...

Grisha...

She's pregnant.

I was going to ask you something.

Do you trust me?

I do.

Don't get scared.

- What are you doing? - I told you not to get scared.

Take this.

Are you okay, Grigory?

I'm great, Konstantine... Sergeevich.

We should trust each other.

It works.

She's drunk enough of our blood.

Now we'll use her blood.

Get as much as you need.

Good afternoon. Hi, Zakhar.

- Hello, Jean Ivanovich. - How's your health?

It's good, thanks. Sit down.

No, let's settle this little mistake fast. We both have more important things to do.

You should understand it. I've got a report, I have to take measures.

It's more than obvious, Zakhar.

Unfortunately, Sergey can't get over... Olga's death.

This is how much he loves her.

- This love is worth a poem. - Baranovsky excavated her grave.

He says there are bottles of water in the coffin. Instead of the body.

What a nonsense.

I'm telling you, he's mentally unstable. To put it simple...

he's loony.

Let's go to the cemetery then.

We'll check it all together.

Everyone will feel better this way.

Alright. If you have so much free time...

Sir.

- What, now? - Yes.

Alright, let's go.

PHYSICS

Good afternoon, Olga Anvarovna.

I'm here to introduce your new doctor to you.

- Where's Jean? - He's a busy man.

Aleksey will examine you today.

I hope you don't mind. I'll get a blood sample.

I wouldn't mind if you all died.

Begin.

I'm sorry. I feel giddy. It happens.

It's okay.

That's exactly why Aleksey is here.

I finished.

Enjoy yourself, Olga Anvarovna.

Are you going back to Smolensk?

I'm staying in Moscow today.

Goodbye then.

Anna, wait.

I've been thinking a lot.

I was watching you. I put that and that together.

- I'm a cop after all. - What do you mean?

You're my daughter.

- What? - I know you're shocked, but...

it all matches. The date of your birth, the fact that Tamara dumped me so suddenly.

Just look at this.

Yeah, you have your mother's eyes and her lips...

her face features, but you have my profile, my eyebrows.

I'm not your daughter.

Get over your past.

Find a good woman.

Get a family. Stop holding on to the relationship that lasted for 3 weeks

like it was the main thing in your life.

I realize what I'm saying is unpleasant to hear.

Maybe it's because I'm a crappy person.

Wait.

What do you mean it's over?

- Why? - No reason.

You have your life and your path, I have mine.

- I'm sorry, it needs to be done. - Who needs it? I don't need it at all.

What happened, Tamara?

- We were good together. - I'm sorry, I've made up my mind.

I'm a crappy person.

Let's drink to us.

Good afternoon.

What did I tell you? He's here. You owe me a bottle of cognac.

What have you brought, criminal?

You've solved the supply problem. Well done.

Well done, indeed. I motivated him a bit.

I want everyone to get this right.

This is a unique thing.

I'm the only man who can supply you with it.

Yuri, we both...

crossed the line a bit. Well, it's obvious.

We both are used to get what we want.

What happened is in the past now.

What I count on is...

we'll continue working with mutual respect.

From now on, the supply will be stable.

You've become a grown-up, Mowgli.

Goodbye. Enjoy your rest.

- Open it. - Wait!

Being a doctor, I must warn you all again.

The sight is not gonna be a pleasant one.

Open it.

How come?

I'm telling you.

I saw it with my own eyes. She wasn't there.

Zakhar.

- I believe this is settled. - It is.

What the hell is going on with me?

I'm sorry, Jean Ivanovich. I should've listened to you.

At least we all feel better now, don't we?

Alright.

Don't keep the boy for too long.

He needs medical help.

How are you, mother?

How can I be?

As usual.

Not as usual, but good.

I'm sorry. I can't get used to the new semantics.

Now "as usual" is good indeed.

Wow.

It was the time when Jean Ivanovich wouldn't make

even an ampoule for me.

Now there's a whole box.

Well, I found the right approach.

I set our communication right.

- I'm feeling giddy. - Mother!

Mother! Mother!

I'm here.

- Is it worse? - Yes! Much worse.

A moment.

You scared me a lot, mother.

Jean must've confused something.

This time.

I'll figure it out.

Andrey Petrovich, we've found the girl's parents.

They are her foster parents, actually.

Finally. Why did they report her missing so late?

- They didn't. - How?

We found them thanks to facial recognition system.

We uploaded the photo of Mila to the software. We had no match at first.

An hour ago a missing girl post appeared on a social network.

The system identified her. Mila's mother is coming here.

System, software, social network.

Looks like I really should retire.

It's simple.

May I?

Go ahead.

- Is it you? - Yes.

She looks a lot like captain Zhalinsky's girlfriend.

You wanted to show me something.

Right. Just a moment.

Each face has about 80 unique points.

The system reads them and gives the face a number.

They also call it faceprint. Yeah.

Then, using the number, it searches a match on the Internet.

Done.

Well, the system is not perfect.

Sometimes it shows similar faces.

Who is she?

- A colleague. - Yeah?

- A spitting image. - Dismiss.

Yes, sir.

Are you here, Grisha?

I wanna read a book from your collection.

I recommend "What Is to Be Done?" by Chernyshevsky.

- What is it about? - You should've read it in the 10th grade.

I skipped the classes in the 10th grade.

I was smoking instead.

You should fill the gap then.

"What Is to Be Done?" by Chernyshevsky is about work.

Which brings happiness and pleasure.

It's also about women being stronger...

than everyone thinks.

It's very up-to-date.

Olga? Are you alright?

Olga?

I thought we had a sincere talk.

We had, Grisha. It was sincere. Set me free.

Imagine your wife in my shoes, Grisha.

Grisha, don't go! Grisha!

Grisha!

Where are you, family?

Where are you? When I need you so much!

Take your hands off the bars, I'm turning the power on.

I hate you all!

So?

You can't even imagine...

how hard it was not to rip his head off.

Right, that asshole was generous when making troubles for us.

Having a doctor is very convenient.

You need blood? Here you are. You need a dead body? S'il vous plaît.

Damn gravity.

This is how it's done, granny.

Living life is quite a strife.

Pour the water out. I'll put the dummy of the countess inside.

Do you have a spade?

We don't. We have no spade.

I thought you might have one. I'm visiting my relatives' graves.

But the soil has sunk after the rain.

After the rain?

Grandpa! I've cut myself.

How come? You ought to be more careful.

Maybe the Mister has a plaster?

- Do you? - I have a first aid kit in the car.

Come with me. Come.

At least we worked as a team.

I hope we don't have troubles with Baranovsky now.

This is good.

Because another asshole makes us troubles this deep.

I mean Kostya Sergeevich.

When he realizes that the medicine based on Olga's blood doesn't work, then...

Why does it not work?

With each passing day of pregnancy...

wounds on her body are healing up worse, hypnosis is becoming weaker.

- I don't know how to explain, but... - Explain it somehow already.

It's like...

- she's becoming a human. - What?

I wonder what her baby will be like.

I don't know. I wonder it myself.

This is a thing to think about.

If Pushkin made it up or it was based on a true story.

Your tsaritsa, sire, last night Was delivered of a fright

Neither son nor daughter, nor Have we seen its like before.

Ingenious.

Do you have an extra magazine?

Are you going to a war?

Mila's mother is here, sir.

Hello. I'm Marina Bondareva.

I'm Mila's mother.

Andrey Petrovich. And you?

I'm a social worker. Agatha.

Why haven't you filed a missing report?

Mila has disappeared few times already. Not for long.

She always came back.

So we decided not to call the police.

At first we were waiting for her, then we were looking for her ourselves.

She's from an orphanage, you see?

We were afraid they'd take her away from us.

- How is she? - She's okay.

This is great. Can we have her?

Of course.

But she's in Smolensk right now.

How come in Smolensk?

Don't worry, police officers look after her.

- We'll go there tomorrow morning. - How about tonight?

Tomorrow.

It's been a hard day.

Alright, Andrey Petrovich.

Let's go, Marina. It's been a hard day.

I call this HD or healthy diet.

You don't eat junk food on the streets, but have half a glass twice a day.

- Why do hunters have this tattoo? - This is the mark of the young.

I'm gonna slap you now! Can you explain it clearer?

You can't beat a child, grandpa. Let me do it.

The farm was founded by 12 vampires.

12 supreme ones. Each one of us could initiate anyone.

The hand of the tattooed clock represents the supreme one who turned them.

This hand points at seven. They are Boris's children.

Look...

maybe I...

know someone of...

these supreme ones?

Maybe we can find common ground somehow?

Common ground? They killed Ivan!

Like they all killed your Ivan.

We'll find and punish the killer.

We can try to negotiate with the others.

What do you think, naughty girl?

I'm sensing death.