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Have you been waiting for long?

For an hour.

How long will we be hiding like this?

Why?

Why? If Daddy finds out, he’ll beat me to death.

When are you going to propose?

What for? We can keep up like this till winter.

I’ll propose next spring.

You’ll just use me and disappear into thin air.

Dunia...

What? Let’s talk.

What is there to talk about if you don’t let me do it?

Did you think I’d hit the hay with you?

I told you: after the wedding.

After the wedding? I’m not interested.

- Not interested? - Yes. Not interested.

- So I shouldn’t wait for your proposal. - Nope.

Misha, come on.

If you treat me like this - no. Goodbye.

Have a nice life.

Misha.

Misha!

Misha, come on, don’t scare me.

Misha!

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

DETECTIVE ANNA

500 years ago, in Csejte Castle near Vienna,

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there lived a Hungarian countess named Erzsebet Bathory.

Her husband punished her by killing a child she had with their servant.

We don’t know for sure whether her husband died a natural death

or was helped by her.

But after his death...

- What? - ...she resorted to atrocities.

She would lure young girls, daughters of local peasants, to the castle

and exsanguinate them.

In other words, she’d just bleed them to death.

Oh God.

What did she do with the blood?

Take blood baths, in the chase of the eluding youth.

How many girls did she kill in this way?

We don’t know exactly.

Her ledger was found during the search.

It listed... 650 girls.

But only 80 murders were proven.

- God, this is horrible. - What happened to her?

She was bricked up in her own room,

where she spent the following four years.

She was nicknamed the Blood Countess.

I’m sorry for making you depressed.

I was just trying to entertain you.

Sorry. I’m so happy you’re with me today.

The youth goes away, but friends stay with you.

Yekaterina Pavlovna, you aren’t the one to talk about passing youth.

You look even more stunning than the Katia I remember.

- I second that. - To your beauty! Gentlemen.

Can I ask how it feels for Baroness von Rompfel to come back home

after 20 years spent in Europe?

I feel at home.

Dasha, my angel, has preserved and built up our family nest.

She is always busy!

She has been taking care of the house since our parents’ death.

- I need to give some directions. - As always.

How come Yekaterina Pavlovna left to Vienna?

Oh, it’s a regular fairy tale.

An Austrian baron was passing through our town.

He fell in love with Katia, the local beauty.

So, now our Katia is a baroness.

The baron died a year ago, so...

Yekaterina von Rompfel decided

to visit her home town.

- What a beauty! - He’s a beautiful stallion.

Yes, he is. Do you like horses, Miss?

Yes. My father had a big... what’s the word...

- Stable. - Yes. Many horses.

Many horses, you should say.

- Are you bored? - Stories like this won’t bore anyone.

I was dragged here by Mr. Artiukhin, eager to parade his past in the capital.

What’s your excuse?

My uncle, eager to show off my talent.

I don’t see the baroness’s daughter around.

I know she brought her with you.

Yekaterina is charming her guests, and her sister...

She’s much younger, by the way.

It’s probably the influence of the Baden-Baden spa.

Or the Hungarian girls’ blood.

My friends, this soiree has a definite mystic hue.

Why don’t we ask Anna Viktotorvna

to organize a seance? I’ve heard a lot about your talent.

- I don’t even have my board. - I... I ordered to get it delivered.

Anna Viktorovna, please!

We often deal with this talent at the precinct.

Don’t we, Yakov Platonovich?

Would you like me... to teach you to angle?

- Angle? - Angle.

Catch fish. I have a river house not far away.

When I can’t stand it here,

I go there and hide from everybody.

No.

Miss, do you want me to... show you the piglets?

Piglets?

Piglets. Little pigs. The wee ones. Oink, oink. I can show you.

- They’re just one week old. - Yes!

It has been a while.

Well? Who do you want me to summon?

It’s hard to say... Right?

How about Baron von Rompfel?

No. Not the baron. It would be inappropriate.

How about Napoleon?

Napoleon.

- Do we all have to do this? - Yes.

Wait. Be serious.

- What? Already? - Hush.

Don’t! Don’t! No!

Stop! Stop!

The bloodless sacrifice.

- What did she say? - The bloodless sacrifice.

My blood is on you! My blood is on you!

[Speaking German]

What happened?

[Speaking German]

Yakov Platonovich, please translate!

She says there is a dead girl near the stable.

Please stay where you are.

Don’t leave the house until I say you can.

Yakov Platonovich, take the lady and follow me.

- I’m coming with my daughter. - I’ll come with you.

Stay here.

What is going on?

Over there.

- How did you find the body? - We were watching the horse.

We? You weren’t alone?

No. With Mikhail the horse man.

Where is the groom?

I ran. He ran after me, and then he disappeared.

Was he chasing you?

No. He was running and shouting, stop, stop!

Go back inside. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Mom, why did it have to happen to us?

I don’t know, sweetheart. It’s fate.

God knows what it is.

Maybe she’s wrong. The woman is a little... I mean, scared.

We’re going home immediately.

You can’t. The order was for everyone to stay here.

We didn’t do anything wrong.

Masha, we have to stay until they sort it out.

Come on. You need to lie down.

Weird body position. The blood was draining into some vessel,

which the murderer took with them.

Did you notice the wound on the victim’s temple?

It’s the cause of death.

And it means the murder took place not here but on the spot

where we found blood spots.

Then they brought the body here, hung it up,

and cut her throat.

Yakov Platonovich, am I the only one who’s thinking about it?

Or do you, too?

Of course I’m thinking about it. It can’t be a coincidence.

But it would be unfair

to accuse the baroness only because she recounted the legend.

Excuse me. Yes. This legend.

[Speaking in German]

- What if the policemen ask me? - Don’t tell them anything.

- Anything at all? - Nothing they don’t need to know.

- Oh God. Save and protect us. - Did you know her?

Yes. It’s Dunia. A daughter of my employee, a butcher.

A butcher?

He works at my slaughterhouse. Semion Kokoshin.

There is this interesting detail.

The carotid was dissected quite professionally.

With one precise stroke.

What? What are you thinking about?

Nothing. I just stated the fact.

When did she die?

Based on the rigor mortis, about 6 hours ago.

It was still daylight.

- Piotr Mironov. Do I let him in? - Yes.

Doctor.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Gentlemen, please have mercy. The ladies are throwing a fit.

I think you can let them go. Question them tomorrow.

If you say so.

Doctor, come with me. Anna isn’t well.

You should take a look. Come on.

Of course. Send the body to the morgue.

Anton Andreyevich, I’d like to photograph the body.

It’s not allowed.

We can talk about remuneration. We don’t have much, though.

Bribing an official? Are you serious?

- Aleksey Yegorovich, come with us. - Ivan Kuzmich.

Follow me. Come on.

I don’t see any reasons to worry. It’s just an emotional strain.

She just needs a few days of bed rest, and she’ll be fine.

We’re going home right now. I’ll help Anna get to her feet.

I advise against it. It can be perilous in her condition.

What do you say, doctor?

You’re absolutely right.

Please let her stay here.

She’ll wake up tomorrow with a clear head.

No, Masha, really, it will be better.

You’re on your last legs yourself.

All right. Let Anna stay.

Darya Pavlovna promised to take care of her.

But I’ll send a carriage for her tomorrow.

What a horrible spectacle.

Did you see Dr. Milts getting his fingers right inside?

Anton Andreyevich, are you carrying a gun?

Don’t insult me, Yakov Platonovich.

Get back to the stable. Make sure nobody sees you.

Sometimes a criminal comes back to the crime scene.

I have this weird feeling.

Hide there till the morning.

Thank you, Yakov Platonovich.

Anton Andreyevich. The camera.

Freeze! It’s the police!

Anna Viktorovna.

The boots.

Anna Viktorovna? Anna Viktorovna.

The boots. The boots.

- What? - The boots. The boots.

- Well? Did they find the groom? - He’s neither at home nor at the stable.

So this is your answer.

He had lured the girl to the stable and killed her.

Why didn’t he hide the body?

Why did he bring baroness’s daughter there?

That’s a trick.

He did it on purpose, so that nobody thought it was him.

Too complicated for a groom.

I keep thinking about the baroness’s tale.

What a mysterious coincidence!

Here is our guest. Good morning.

Morning.

- How do you feel, my dear? - Weak.

You need nourishment. What would you like for breakfast?

Thank you, but I should go home.

You’re not leaving without breakfast.

And you can stay as long as you want.

- I’ll make arrangements. - You are so kind.

Take a seat.

Come in.

Do you really need this horse, Darya Pavlovna?

Sell him to me.

I’ll give you a fair price.

Sila Kuzmich! Can you think about anything but horses?

Why would I?

Sila Kuzmich, your employee’s daughter...

Sila Kuzmich.

Yes. It’s a tragedy.

Her father was beside himself.

However, this morning

he came to work and is butchering calves.

I’m minding my business, too.

Fifty rubles. One hundred. One hundred and fifty.

Sila Kuzmich.

Darya Pavlovna, 250. It’s a good price.

It’s not for sale.

Think about it, Darya Pavlovna. Don’t say no just yet.

You already know everything.

The cause of death was a blow to the temple

with a blunt solid object.

The throat was cut later. Yakov Platonovich...

the thing is she was a few weeks pregnant.

Now, this is interesting.

How do you like our town?

I don’t know yet. Not been here long.

Pretty but boring. No friends. Also, this...

Yes, it’s horrible.

I can’t forget about this story your mother told us.

I had nightmares all night.

You don't remember what happened?

Did I sleep badly? Did I walk?

Oh God. Again. It does happen to me.

Where are you going? Stable?

Yes. I want to recall what happened yesterday.

Why? You came, then you stood, then the scarab came and snatched you.

- The scarab? - The policeman.

- Korobeynikov. - Yes.

- He was there, too. - I’m not going there.

I am. I saw something important. I need to remember.

I’m sorry, Sila Kuzmich, but I can’t influence my sister’s decision.

- She is the head of this household. - But you have equal shares.

Technically speaking. But I have been away for 20 years.

I can’t give orders here.

Yekaterina Pavlovna, you know I didn’t come to talk about the horse,

even if I like him, too.

Too? How nice.

I’m sorry. It didn’t come out very well.

I’m not a smooth talker.

But as soon as I saw you, the old flame came back.

Remember how it used to be?

- Quiet. - Quiet? Why? There’s nobody around.

What are you doing?

Twenty years have passed. A whole life.

Even if it were two lives. For me, you look even prettier.

Stop it.

Come visit us like a good neighbor.

You’re moving too fast.

I will come. Definitely. Surely. See you soon.

The latest issue of Zatonsky Telegraf! A bloody murder!

A woman was found without a drop of blood in her body.

- Give me a copy. - A horrible murder!

Give it to me. Here.

The latest issue of Zatonsky Telegraf! A bloody murder!

Riabushinsky. The rogue!

The latest issue of Zatonsky Telegraf!

What are you doing? Magic?

- Where is he? - There’s nobody here. Nobody!

- He has to be here. - What are you doing?

- He has to be here! - Semion!

Misha killed my daughter!

My Dunia! Get off me, Sila Kuzmich.

- He has to be here! - Semion, stop it!

Leave me be! I had no idea she was with him.

Semion, get to your senses!

You can’t take the law into your hands.

- What if it isn’t him? - Who else? The whole town knows it.

Let the police do their job.

They’ll find him and get him to court.

- You’ll get into prison if you kill him. - I don’t care.

I’ll find him wherever he is.

Semion! Semion, wait! Stop!

You go to Frolov, and I to the Molostovs.

Don’t be shy. She worked for him.

He has to know something.

You think there was something between them?

No. On second thought, everything’s possible.

This blood-letting... It doesn’t look like a trivial fight.

Find out more about the girl.

Maybe her father, the butcher, was mad at her.

God forbid.

A gentleman is following us.

Don’t turn around. He has been with us

since we left the station.

- Is he shadowing us? - No doubt.

Follow him and find out who he is and where he lives.

What about Frolov?

After that, go to Frolov. And be careful.

You need to get these napkins starched.

These new garments, and these...

- Put them into the red trunk. - Darya Pavlovna, hello.

Hello, Yakov Platonovich. Get it to the pantry.

Are you doing these things yourself?

- Who else would? - What were you doing last night?

Preparing for the party, of course. Waiting for you.

Were there any visitors, anything out of the ordinary?

No. I didn’t see or hear anything.

When was the last time your sister came back from Austria?

Never. She left 20 years ago with the baron

and never came back before now.

So you never saw your niece before.

Yes. Never.

Where is your sister right now?

Yakov Platonovich! I know where the knife is.

The murder weapon.

Are you still here? How do you feel?

Great. Did you hear what I just said?

I did. So, where is it?

At the stable. Come on, I’ll show you.

How did you know?

I suppose I know the answer.

It all began when you came here.

Do you think I’m a part of it?

What am I supposed to think?

You tell your fairy tales left and right,

and now all this macabre is happening in real life.

Yes, I took a knife and killed the poor girl.

It’s a sign, Katia. We can’t live together.

Leave! I’m begging you.

How would it look? As if I escaped? It’s like a confession.

- God, what did I do to deserve it? - You’re just jealous.

Me?

You’ve been in a mood for the last few days.

You don’t like being around me. Because you are...

Shut up.

Because you envy my youth.

Anna Viktorovna, we’ve searched everything here.

There is a hiding place.

How did you know the knife was here?

The victim showed me last night. In the morning I forgot all about it,

but I recalled it when I came here.

Can you tell me what happened at last night’s seance?

You saw it. I summoned Napoleon, but there came this girl.

She had been dead already by that moment.

No, why did you scream at Molostova, “My blood is on you”?

No, it wasn’t me. It was that girl screaming.

- It’s witchery. - It’s spiritualism.

- I don’t see the difference. - So you think I’m a witch?

Is there any other way to see it?

She also spoke about boots.

It was probably the last thing she saw in this life.

- What boots? - Well... riding boots.

What do you think about the baroness’s tale?

Yes, it’s very weird.

Do you want me to summon Baron Rompfel’s spirit?

I thought he didn’t want to talk to you.

Maybe he was not in the mood yesterday.

Ask him to tell you how many Hungarian girls his wife bled to death

before coming back to Russia.

I definitely will.

Good luck.

What if he wants to talk to you?

Let him come to the precinct tomorrow.

Baroness, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need to ask you a few questions.

You speak German very well, Mr. Shtolman.

- Thank you. - I’m all ears, Mr. Shtolman.

Don’t you think it weird that the murder happened immediately

after your story about the Blood Countess and in the same manner?

What are you insinuating?

Baroness, where were you yesterday from 4 to 6 PM?

Your straightforwardness is quite commendable.

I’m a detective.

Yesterday at that time I was at home, resting in my room.

- Did anyone see you? - Sleeping? I don’t think so.

Where was your sister at that time?

How would I know? I was asleep.

Baroness, do you find it weird that the crime

was fashioned after your story?

You think it was me?

Who could have committed a murder, inspired by your legend?

Had you told anyone about it before last night?

Darya, maybe someone else. I’m not sure.

Try to remember. It’s important.

Excuse me, I don’t feel well.

I did tell someone, but I’m not sure who it was.

Excuse me, I have a headache.

This is all so horrible.

Maybe I’ll have more questions to you.

I’ll be happy to answer them. Goodbye.

Your Nobleness, Semion Kokoshin. The father.

Come in, sit down.

You have my sympathy. I understand you’re grieving.

Still, you shouldn’t have done that. This axe mutiny.

I don’t care anymore, sir.

Right... It’s good you haven’t killed anyone.

I’ll kill this bastard Misha anyway. Even if it takes me 10 years.

- What if he didn’t do it? - Who did, then?

We’re looking for them. That’s what investigation is for.

Did you know your daughter was dating Molostovs’ groom?

No. I’d kill her myself if I knew.

And your employer, Sila Frolov?

What about him?

- Is he a fair employer? - What does he have to do with it?

Was he good with Dunia?

Why wouldn’t he be? She was a good worker.

She also took care of his old lady.

- What’s wrong with her? - She’s old. And sick.

With what?

Some kind of tetter on her skin.

They tried everything. The old lady is suffering a lot.

I gave Dunia pig blood to treat the grandma.

Blood?

Pustylikha, the local medicine woman, advised it.

Did it help?

I don’t know.

I hear the old lady screaming in the house.

Orderly! Show him out.

Thank you. You can go now.

Did you hear, Anton Andreyevich?

Frolov’s mother takes blood treatment.

Yes, blood. Allegedly, pig blood.

What about our shadow?

I followed him for two blocks, but then he noticed me and disappeared.

There must be something fishy, or why would he try to hide, right?

- So, you lost him. - No. Yes. I mean...

I lost him, but... But I’ve learned a lot.

What is it?

I went to all stores

and such in the downtown asking around about that man.

They told me at the pub that he’s one of their patrons.

- They don’t know his name, though. - And?

I spent two hours there,

but he didn’t appear... arrive... he never came.

Good job, Anton Andreyevich.

Shall I go back to the pub?

No, no. Even if you run into him, don’t go near.

Better find out where this Pustylikha woman lives.

The one with the blood treatment?

Yes. We need to pay her a visit.

Let me write the report first.

If I were a baroness,

I would, I don’t know... read books.

I’m in pain, Dasha.

I’ve long suffered from headache.

I can’t live without a nap.

- Did Sila Frolov visit you? - He did.

What did he want?

He proposed to me.

Really?

Yes. He promised me a lot of hay and a nice stall.

I don’t get it.

Neither did I, at first. Then we worked out the details,

and it became clear his proposal wasn’t for me.

- Who, then? - You know who.

Your stallion.

Imagine, Dasha! A horse!

This old gelding.

I loved him so much!

Me, too. I almost lost my mind because of him.

This isn’t true.

Excuse me, Dasha?

You’ve been toying with him all your life... just to spite me.

Dasha, no!

You didn’t want me to get married.

Dasha, look at me. Are you joking?

- At least he found that door. - What door?

The girl was killed at his stable last night,

and today he came to buy a horse.

What girl?

Dunia, of course. His employee, the bloodless sacrifice.

- What girl? - Stop it.

- It happened 500 years ago. - It happened last night.

No. It happened 500 years ago. It happened 500 years ago.

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