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- Well, my friend? - Good evening, sir.

Are you here to catch some fresh air?

Is it true I can’t find a carriage at this time of day?

Yes, I’m afraid it will be difficult.

Maybe there are none.

What kind of town is this?

They roll up the sidewalks at half past midnight.

All right, I’ll walk.

You can’t walk around so late, Piotr Ivanovich.

Air...

I need some.

Make sure my shoes are shined.

Yes, sir. Don’t worry.

Thank you. Thank you, sir.

Who are you?

Glasha?

How can it be?

ALEKSANDRA NIKIFOROVA

DMITRIY FRID

SERGEY DRUZYAK

IRINA SIDOROVA ANDREY RYKLIN

BORIS KHVOSHNIANSKY ANDREY LUKYANOV

YULIYA TAKSHINA MAKSIM RADUGIN

NIKOLAY DENISOV YURI VNUKOV

WRITTEN BY ALEKSEY TIMOSHKIN

CHIEF WRITER - ANNA RULEVSKAYA

DIRECTED BY DENIS YELEONSKIY

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY - ALEKSANDR ALIOSHNIKOV

MUSIC BY ANTON SILAYEV

PRODUCERS - NIKITA SHUMAKOV, VITALIY BORDACHIOV

ANNA PAVLOVSKAYA, PAVEL BABIN, VLAD RIASHIN

DETECTIVE ANNA SEASON 2

EPISODE 19: FIVE SPICES

I want to see Marya Timofeyevna.

Piotr Ivanovich.

What a nice surprise.

- Marya Timofeyevna. - Sit down.

Thank you.

Where is Annette?

She went to the hospital.

She’ll be surprised when she comes back.

Marya Timofeyevna.

I’d like to clear up this delicate issue.

Is it...

all right for me to stay with you now?

I mean, since my brother doesn’t live here anymore.

Piotr Ivanovich, what are you talking about?

Of course it is.

We are family, even if your brother has replaced me with a maid.

Thank you.

Of course, Viktor did a wrong thing.

It’s...

Very wrong.

But please give him some time.

I’m sure he’ll come to his senses

and come back.

I, on my part, will have a serious talk with him...

one of these days.

You can talk to him all you want,

but have it in mind I’m not taking him back.

He made his choice.

There is no coming back.

Anyway, if you talk to him,

please give me a detailed account later.

It would make a great scene for my novel.

A brother trying to save his irrational sibling.

Yes!

It deserves an entire chapter.

I believe Mr. Dostoyevsky

has already explored this theme,

but I’m sure your take on it will be more...

it will be more subtle.

God, it’s a mortal sin!

She wasn’t old yet,

and she didn’t look half bad.

She should live long.

We all know why women put their head in the noose.

Some bastard must have dumped her.

She didn’t want to live,

so she pushed off the stool.

Yakov Platonovich,

this constable Riabkov is a veritable bard.

Listen to this.

“On entering his house,

tanner Mitiayev found his wife in Eve’s suit...

and his neighbor, carpenter Yefrem Spitsyn...”

In Adam’s suit?

Yes, that’s what he says.

“Also lacking any clothes.

Upset with this fact, Mitiayev went to the pub,

where he got pig-drunk, went back home,

and tried to strangle his philandering wife.”

The Zatonsk Othello.

Yes, but Desdemona managed to escape,

and he set fire to Spitsyn’s barn,

resulting in the death of...

- Guess who. - Who?

Come on, give it a try.

Yakov Platonovich, “An English pig called Vasilisa died in the fire.

Upon arrival I, constable Riabkov,

found the culprit sleeping in the pig trough,

where I arrested him and took him into custody.”

Is that all?

No, there is more.

“At 7 a.m.

I was summoned to Mr. Pritykin’s tenement building,

where in one of the rooms I found hanging vertically

...the body of Miss Glafira Karmanova, 30,

not touching the floor.”

Hanging vertically?

Yes.

“Having questioned the neighbors and the house owner,

no signs of wrongful death were revealed.

Karmanova committed the sinful self-strangulation

because of profound anguish caused by her loneliness

and overripe virginity.”

We should have a look at the body.

Glafira Karmanova’s?

No, constable Repko’s.

He’s wasting his writer’s gift.

Yes.

Yakov Platonovich, Anton Andreyevich,

good morning.

Are you bored?

I’ll cheer you up.

An urgent message from St. Petersburg.

Please familiarize yourselves with it.

Yakov Platonovich,

you as the court investigator need to see it.

You like suspense, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

So you went to the capital with Kliuyev.

Andrey Petrovich is a sensitive man.

He was very sad because of Anna’s rejection,

so I wanted to help him take his mind off it.

I see.

You went there to get drunk.

I hope there were no Gypsies.

God, no. God forbid.

He needed some consolation... relaxation...

Did he get it?

Partly.

I left him in the hands of my good friends.

I hope they succeeded in relieving his grief.

I had to escape, though.

From what?

Or should I say from whom?

No one.

You know, Marya Timofeyevna,

wealth is such a...

such a burden.

I have to make decisions about matters I know nothing about.

Let my manager take care of it.

It’s his job, after all. To manage.

Mr. Rebushinsky is here, ma’am.

Show him in.

Aleksey Yegorovich is a frequent guest now.

We discuss the new chapters of my novel.

You discuss...

Discuss chapters. I see.

“Take immediate measures to detain Mr. Piotr Mironov

on his arrival to Zatonsk.

Question him and Zatonsk resident Glafira Karmanova

regarding Mr. Mironov’s involvement in the death of his spouse

Zinaida Petrovna Golovliova.”

Is it the Karmanova

who “strangled herself because of overripe virginity”?

Yes, that’s her. Glafira.

What happened to her?

She was found hanged this morning.

The constable says there were no signs of wrongful death.

What a strange coincidence.

I’m not surprised, gentlemen.

I never believed

that Mr. Mironov’s was a love marriage.

That’s why he’s a murder suspect.

Where is he now, in St. Petersburg?

- Yes. - No.

A constable saw him this morning in Zatonsk.

Then we should arrest him

pending an investigation.

I’m not sure this requires such drastic measures.

Well, it’s up to you.

You’re the court investigator.

You decide.

Anna Viktorovna.

Yakov Platonovich.

- Hello. - It’s good you’re here.

I was going to send for you.

Is something wrong?

Yes. A woman died last night.

- Glafira Karmanova. - You know.

I won’t ask how you know.

Yes, her body was found this morning.

Did you know her?

Yes, she used to be Zinaida’s maid.

Uncle’s late wife’s.

We met when they visited me in Paris

during their honeymoon.

The constable said she killed herself.

It’s not true.

She was killed.

Did she say that?

Yes, and she also said it was probably because of the money.

Fascinating.

- Did Mr. Mironov arrive last night? - That’s right.

St. Petersburg train arrives at ten,

and then the trip to our house...

So it was around midnight.

So he came and asked for a room.

The most expensive suite.

Mr. Mironov asked for hot water,

changed, and left half an hour later.

Just like this?

It’s not a prison.

Everyone can go wherever they want.

Of course.

When did he come back?

It was dawn already.

He ordered to shine his shoes

and a coach by 9 a.m.

Did you smell wine on his breath?

No, not at all.

He smelled of something nice, like... women.

All right. What was it I wanted to ask?

I don’t know. I did everything Mr. Mironov asked me to.

Shined his shoes, sent for a coach.

Mr. Mironov checked out at 9 sharp.

Where did he go?

The coachman was told to get him to the Mironovs.

Of course. Where else?

This isn’t good. No, it’s not.

Why isn’t it good?

Mr. Mironov didn’t complain.

More than that, he gave me a silver ruble for my service.

That’s not what I meant.

What did you mean?

None of your business.

Look.

See this stripe?

It’s the ligature mark from the hanging.

And the downward one...

This mark means that someone tried to strangle her with a rope.

So she was already dead when they hanged her

to disguise it as suicide?

Exactly.

Aleksandr Frantsevich, can you give Anna Viktorovna and me a minute?

Anna Viktorovna, I don’t mind.

Yakov Platonovich,

we need to find the culprit.

Please read this.

“Take immediate measures to detain...”

What?

“Mr. Mironov’s involvement...”

This is ridiculous.

This is an official order from St. Petersburg,

and I have no choice but to obey it.

I’m afraid that the maid’s death

will only make your uncle’s situation worse.

You’ve known my uncle for years.

Do you really think he could kill someone?

Listen, I don’t believe in it, but...

Let’s put it this way.

I rather believe he’s innocent,

but I’m obliged to detain and question him.

It’s impossible. My uncle is in St. Petersburg.

He came back to Zatonsk last night.

I believe he is at your house now,

and I’m going there right now.

All right. Suppose you come there to question him.

What then?

He’ll be taken to St. Petersburg.

That’s where his wife’s case is being investigated.

We can’t let it happen.

Someone is setting him up.

You must realize how many people in St. Petersburg envy him.

I assure you, the outcome of this case is already decided.

I promise you I’ll have it sorted out.

No, this isn’t enough.

Promise me you’ll prove he’s innocent.

It won’t be easy. His wife died over a year ago.

Don’t be so upset, though.

Piotr Ivanovich has connections.

He can hire best lawyers in St. Petersburg.

I trust you much more than I trust them.

Go.

I’m telling you it’s tyranny, gentlemen. Tyranny!

I’ll make sure that the public hears all about it.

Mr. Rebushinsky, this isn’t a good time.

Whatever you say, Anton Andreyevich. I’ve warned you.

Anton Andreyevich, this is outrageous.

You can’t break into my house like this.

Marya Timofeyevna, I don’t feel comfortable about this, either.

I hope this situation will resolve soon.

Please tell me your name and title.

Piotr...

Have you got this? Ivanovich.

Got this?

Mironov.

Nobleman. Widower.

Not employed. Are you satisfied?

Completely.

Yakov Platonovich.

Marya Timofeyevna, gentlemen, I ask you to stay calm.

- Yakov Platonovich. - Excuse me.

I see you’ve beaten me to it, Anton Andreyevich.

Yakov Platonovich,

please explain what’s going on.

Yes, please, do explain.

Your Leporello can’t satisfy our curiosity.

Piotr Ivanovich,

Mr. Rebushinsky

and I were discussing a novel,

and suddenly a throng of policemen bursts into the room.

I have nothing against novels, but you have to understand:

the police were acting within their authorities.

This morning we received an official order from the capital.

The police’s duty is follow the orders.

Here.

What do they mean, arrest and question?

On what grounds?

Why?

Who is this Karmanova?

Your late wife’s maid.

Glafira?

What does she have to do with it?

She was found dead this morning,

and we have reasons to believe her death wasn’t natural.

Just a minute.

Was she...

She was killed.

I’m afraid so.

Viktor!

Viktor!

Mr. Shtolman, please explain on what grounds...

Piotr? What’s going on here?

- I’m being charged with a murder. - What?

- You’re a suspect so far. - Yes.

A suspect.

Maybe in two murders.

What? Are you drunk?

No. This is serious, that’s why I sent for you.

Thank you for coming so fast.

What are strangers doing at my house?

Let me remind you that it’s my house now.

You are the stranger here.

As for Aleksey Yegorovich, he is here on my invitation.

Hello, Mr. Mironov.

What’s going on here, Mr. Shtolman?

What are the charges against my brother?

I ask everyone to quell your understandable emotions.

It’s good that you’re here.

I need to question your brother, and I don’t mind your presence.

Thank you so much.

Let’s go to my study, gentlemen.

Let me remind you again:

this is my house,

and there is no “your study” in it.

Masha, this isn’t the time.

Will you let us use my old study?

I will.

But only for your sake, Piotr Ivanovich.

Come with me, gentlemen.

What are you doing, Aleksey Yegorovich?

- Notes? - It’s an old habit.

I’m writing everything so I don’t miss anything.

I hope you won’t compromise the house where you’ve always been welcome.

Of course not.

I was going to describe the police brutality,

the intrusion under this peaceful roof.

I would be most grateful

if you gave up

on your sensational story.

Sit down.

Let’s skip the formalities.

Piotr Ivanovich. Tell me everything you remember about your wife’s death.

The tragedy happened one year ago,

on July 18.

Zizi and I were coming back

from Prince Gagarin’s ball.

Zizi was going upstairs to her bedroom,

and suddenly she fell down.

I tried to help her, of course. But it was too late.

The doctors said it was a heart attack.

She didn’t suffer, thank God.

It happened instantly. Instantly.

Glafira Karmanova was your wife’s maid at that time.

Was he at home?

Yes. I remember she came running to Zizi’s cries.

Your wife cried when she fell down the stairs?

No. We argued on the way home.

May I ask why?

Zizi thought I was looking too closely

at the ladies at the ball,

which was absolutely not what happened.

I swear it wasn’t true.

Zizi didn’t feel well those days,

so she took it off on me...

all the time.

So your wife had been feeling bad for a while.

Yes, a few days.

We had been here in Zatonsk

right before she died.

I insisted on her coming with me. She didn’t want to.

Why?

I don’t know.

She didn’t like to come here.

Anyway, I insisted, and she felt sick while being here.

You can ask Dr. Milts, by the way. He will confirm it.

We came to see him, and he recommended that Zizi turned to a doctor

when we’re back in St. Petersburg.

- Did Glafira... - She hated doctors.

Did Glafira accompany you in that trip?

Yes. she did. Zizi always took her with us.

But she didn’t stay at the house after your spouse died.

No, she preferred to quit at once,

and I didn’t object.

I don’t need a maid.

So I gave her the money and...

How much?

How much what?

How much money did you give her?

Oh God. Five thousand, I believe.

Go on.

I gave her the money and let her go.

Are you always that generous with made?

Glasha was in Zizi’s will.

I knew about it and paid her from my own money,

rather than wait for the will to be read.

Thank you.

As far as I know,

you always stay at this house when in Zatonsk?

Yes, of course.

Why did you go to the hotel yesterday?

I arrived late

and didn’t want to wake everyone up.

The doorman and the desk clerk say you went out last night.

Where did you go?

Where did I go?

Yes, where did you go?

Not to Glafira.

Did I ask you where you didn’t go?

I asked where you were.

Piotr Ivanovich, you should answer.

The thing is Glafira was killed right when you left the hotel.

So?

I’m afraid I can’t answer this question.

Piotr, you have to answer.

Viktor, I’m sorry, I’m sorry gentlemen. I can’t.

I’m afraid in this case we have no choice but to arrest you.

Between the arrest and the loss of self-respect,

I choose arrest.

All right. I forbid you to leave the town

and recommend not to leave the house.

Whatever happens, I want to be sure you stay here.

I’ll sign a letter of guarantee.

In this case, I’ll say my goodbye.

So Karmanova had some money.

Apparently. None was found during the search, though.

I understand, Yakov Platonovich. You hope it’s a robbery.

I’d like to believe it, too.

However, facts are stubborn things.

I feel bad for Anna Viktorovna.

Her father leaving, and her uncle going to jail.

I wouldn’t jump to conclusion.

His guilt hasn’t been proven yet.

Of course.

I have to agree, this case require thorough investigation.

But think about it.

Mrs. Mironova didn’t want to go to Zatonsk.

He insisted.

In Zatonsk, she fell ill and died.

Karmanova had been with her the entire time.

If, say, Mironov poisoned his wife

or failed to give her the help she needed,

Karmanova would know about it.

I understand what your point is.

He could have killed the maid

because she was the only witness.

Or his accomplice.

You heard it: he paid her 5,000 before the will was read out.

What if a year later she decided it wasn’t enough

and asked for more or...

Blackmail?

You forget that Mr. Mironov is a wealthy man.

It would be easier for him to pay her off.

And you forget that he who spares the guilty harms the innocent.

You have to agree it would be strange to plan a murder

and check into a hotel with all these people around.

Not strange at all. He wanted you to think it.

Gentlemen, what’s going on?

Where is Piotr Ivanovich?

Please tell me everything.

We questioned him, and, unfortunately...

Unfortunately...

Unfortunately, no one can corroborate his alibi.

I didn’t arrest your uncle.

He’ll stay at the house under your father’s guarantee.

Thank you, Yakov Platonovich.

Try to persuade him to tell where he was that night.

It’s very important.

Yes, of course. I’ll talk to him.

Don’t look at me like this.

Yes, I can’t tell where I was, but it doesn’t make me a killer.

Petia, don’t be a child.

Don’t you understand you have to tell?

Your whole life depends on it.

I don’t understand how you can hide anything from the police

while facing such serious accusations.

There are...

circumstances.

What are they?

Uncle.

Mr. Korobeynikov says you refused to say where you were that night.

What does it mean?

It means I refuse to tell the police where I was last night.

What part don’t you understand?

Can I ask why?

My God. Why? I’m sure it’s about some lady.

Not just some lady. Not just some lady!

A lady of high position.

So you decided not to arrest Mr. Mironov.

I decided to let him stay at his brother’s house

under his guarantee.

So you thought it fit to disobey

an order from St. Petersburg.

Exactly. I found it fit.

All right. We’ve cleared the formalities.

I asked you, and you answered you were acting on your own discretion.

Anton Andreyevich. I hope you heard it.

I give you my word.

I’m tired.

Tired of appealing to your good sense.

I don’t trust your judgement in the matters of good sense anymore.

Let me remind you that you’ve left the woman

who sacrificed herself for you.

- So this is what it’s all about. - Yes.

At least I didn’t kill her.

- Don’t! - -What?

- You heard me. - You...

Do you think I killed Zizi?

I’m begging you, stop!

You’re saying horrible things to each other.

Yes, Anna. You’re right.

I should probably go.

Remember, I vouched for you.

Don’t leave this house, please.

Don’t you doubt it! I’m not going anywhere.

Do you also think...

I’m sorry.

Do you also believe me capable of murder?

Not for a second.

What a relief.

My dear friend.

I never doubted you for a second.

Masha. I’m leaving.

Good. You don’t have to inform me.

I’m just trying to be polite.

Of course.

Goodbye.

What were we talking about?

The police brutality.

Gentlemen, I can’t go against St. Petersburg at my age.

They’ll land here like locust and turn everything upside down.

They are good at it.

How will we explain our liberties?

We were supposed to send Mironov

and this... what’s her name?

- Karmanova. - Karmanova.

To St. Petersburg.

And what do we have here?

One is dead,

and the other under house arrest,

Yakov Platonovich?

So he can’t be transported.

Can’t be transported!

Moreover, I, as the court investigator,

forbade Mr. Mironov to go anywhere

until the investigation of the Karmanova case is over.

That’s bold. Resolute.

- Suvorov style. - Right!

These clowns from the capital deserve it.

- I didn’t say that, Anton Andreyevich. - I didn’t hear it.

I also believe we need to request the file

on Mr. Mironov’s wife’s murder from St. Petersburg,

since it might be connected to his ex-maid’s case.

Yes. Let them have it.

Let them know they aren’t the only one conducting an investigation.

We also know a thing or two.

I didn’t hear a word, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

My ears were ringing.

It’s your blood pressure.

You’re too young for this.

All right, sit down and write...

a request.

In for a lamb, in for a sheep.

I’ll sign it.

I believe Mr. Shtolman’s arguments reasonable

and deserving attention.

Yes. Go on, write it.

- That’s wise, Nikolay Vasilyevich. - Yes.

But I’ll have to ask you, gentlemen,

to find Karmanova’s killer.

Whether it’s Mironov or someone else - just find him.

I’ll do my best.

Have no doubt, Nikolay Vasilyevich.

Reasonable...

Uncle, could you tell Yakov Platonovich

in private where you were last night?

He can keep a secret.

I can’t.

It’s about the honor of a highly respectable lady.

Am I correct to believe that the highly respectable lady is married?

You are very astute.

Does she love you?

What kind of question is this?

Of course she does.

If you’re in danger,

will she confirm your alibi?

It’s impossible. No.

That’s some strange kind of love.

I’m telling you, she’s a respectable woman.

She can’t abandon her family for the sake of passion.

It would ruin her reputation,

as well as her husband’s,

which would in turn shatter the foundation of the society

and the state.

What?

Uncle, is it the governor’s wife?

Quiet! Quiet. Please!

Not a word to anyone,

even your darling Shtolman.

Uncle, she isn’t even attractive.

You are mistaken. So mistaken!

Anyway,

let’s abandon this subject.

Can you tell me...

Did you find Zinaida Petrovna attractive, too?

Of course, she was smart,

educated, charming, rich...

and yet?

Yes. Zizi and I had a great relationship.

I miss her.

If I tell you that she was my first love...

Marya Timofeyevna asks to turn off the music.

She can’t work like this.

She can’t work...

Why don’t we go for a walk, Annette?

What are you staring at?

Aren’t we allowed to look?

You’re curious, eh?

Curious is good.

Come in.

Come in. That’s good.

Don’t be shy.

Tell me,

did Glafira have visitors?

A man, a girlfriend?

No, never. She lived alone.

Alone? No! You don’t know anything.

There was this man.

He visited her a few times, always late at night, quietly.

He looked like a merchant, a manager, something like that.

There was another one,

a clean and well-dressed man

who smelled good.

- Like what? - Like eau de cologne.

Obviously from St. Petersburg.

His shoes was too shiny.

Glafira wasn’t as simple as she looked. You know, still waters run deep.

Don’t badmouth the dead girl.

May Business!

Of course it’s business.

Why else would a man come see a girl at night? Business!

Hush!

Tell me,

were there any visitors yesterday?

There was someone,

but I don’t know which one of them.

Really?

- What about you? - I didn’t see anyone.

I see.

Do you remember what time it was?

I’m not sure. After midnight.

I was in bed already.

I knew that!

Actually, I didn’t know anything. Well...

Thank you for being watchful.

Wrap it up and come back to the precinct.

Zizi was from Zatonsk, too.

She grew up here.

But then she moved to St. Petersburg

with her first husband Solovyev.

She became a great lady there,

but I the first time I saw her was here,

at her parents’ house, at a children’s ball.

Oh, those were good times.

She was so young and fresh,

with these...

She was 19, only 19, and I was...

How old was I?

I was nine.

You know, even then I realized

how a woman can influence a man,

have power over him, subdue him.

I was dazzled.

I lost my head, lost my appetite and sleep.

She was so far away,

so beautiful and inaccessible.

So romantic.

Suddenly I meet her in St. Petersburg.

It was much later, of course.

She had changed, of course.

She became older

but remained as beautiful.

I told myself,

“Your name won’t be Piotr if this woman...”

Annette, believe me,

her wealth didn’t mean anything to me.

Absolutely anything.

No, I didn’t think that at all.

Listen,

why don’t we talk to Zizi?

She can confirm I didn’t kill her.

Yes, I was called to Mrs. Mironova.

She had had a heart attack.

Are you sure it was her heart?

Could her symptoms be caused by poisoning?

Anything is possible. Arsenic, for example.

It causes cramps, respiratory distress,

which affects the heart.

But at that moment I had no reasons

to think it was poisoning.

So it is possible.

Thank you, doctor.

Come again soon.

I’m always glad to see you.

Zinaida Petrovna’s spirit, reveal yourself.

Zinaida Petrovna’s spirit, reveal yourself.

What?

She wouldn’t come.

Try again.

She will come. She will, I’m sure.

She can’t fail me.

Maybe she was on her way

but stopped to have a chat with someone.

Zinaida Petrovna’s spirit, reveal yourself.

I’m telling you, the neighbors took it.

Who else could do it?

What proof do you have?

Send us tea.

Who else could have done it?

The fence is too tall.

Why do you think so?

The plank is loose, so...

Glafira’s neighbors said there were two men visiting her.

One looked like a merchant or a clerk,

and the other like a dandy from the capital,

wearing shiny shoes and eau de cologne.

I can see it in your eyes. You think it’s Mr. Mironov.

You can’t see anything.

- You know what? - What?

You are biased and don’t see the obvious.

Another message from St. Petersburg.

Our arguments were deemed persuasive.

They are sending the case materials.

By the way, the complaint was filed

by the late Mrs. Mironova’s nephew,

Vitaliy Golovliov.

He claims that Glafira Karmanova told him

she had witnessed the murder.

Why him?

The only thing I know is...

Thank you.

I know only that when Golovliov

found out the case was assigned to us,

he filed a complaint to the minister himself.

What does he complain about?

We’ll find out in due time.

This is it for today, gentlemen.

We’ll receive the case materials later tonight. Goodbye.

Zinaida Petrovna’s spirit, reveal yourself.

Zinaida... She won’t come, Uncle.

I don’t understand why. Why doesn’t she come?

Zizi couldn’t stand lie.

When I lied to her

even about a small thing,

she would inevitably find it out and could ignore me for a week.

You lied to her about something.

I told you

that her wealth didn’t mean anything to me.

Of course it did.

But it didn’t mean a lot!

It wasn’t the main reason.

Good evening, Zinaida Petrovna.

FIVE SPICES