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And now, the fight we've all been waiting for.

The best of the best!

Nikita Belov and the fighter that hasn't lost a single fight, Ilya Sazhin.

Ilya... Ilya, what's wrong?

What happened? Get up!

What's going on? Ilya!

Ilya!

Ilya has passed away.

Let them call the police doctor, don't get in their way.

Find Golovin for me.

Got it.

One,

two,

three,

four, five.

Ready or not, here I come.

DETECTIVE ANNA

PERISHER EPISODE 5

Just imagine, a cloud of dust in the air,

one of them is lying down,

and the judge is holding the other's arm up, as in, he's the winner.

The winner.

And the winner leaves the ring, and in a couple minutes he falls dead.

An inexplicable death.

Spare me these tales. You know I don't like that sport.

And then, a rumor in the crowd, a rumor, like...

a wind over the woods.

Perisher, perisher, perisher. What a wild word, perisher.

A deadly strike.

When I heard that about the perisher, everything got cold inside me.

And my hair stood up, I swear.

Excuse me for asking, how were you involved in all this?

Only as a spectator. Only.

Really, you were just watching?

My interest was strictly academic.

Why do you think I was gambling right away?

Why do you think I was betting?

That has kind of offensive overtones, after all.

It's a derogatory suspicion on your part.

Fine, it's not worth your bother.

I shouldn't have told you.

- Uncle. - Yes?

Have you been to those fights?

Yes, I have. What now? Are you going to chastise me, too?

No, of course not.

What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.

I had a dream where Shtolman gets killed in the ring.

Do you think it's a prophetic dream?

Do I ever have any others?

Well, warn Shtolman to stay out of the ring.

The lumberjacks got her out of the noose.

We sawed the branch off for a detailed investigation. Here.

Well, I think it's obvious. Another drama of broken hopes.

By the way, I won't be surprised if it turns out she was pregnant

and her fiance dumped her. So she decided to take her own life.

You're wrong, Aleksandr Frantzevich. This is murder.

I'm sure she was hung. There must have been a third party.

What do you see, Korobeinikov?

The rope, the rope print...

It's like from an anchor cable. Look how deeply the bark is torn off.

The rope tore into the branch and slid down it under the weight of the body.

From which I conclude that the deceased was first hung on this branch,

and then brought up the rope.

Monsters.

And she only has one boot on.

She's not Cinderella to run around in one boot.

So the murderer, or murderers, were dragging her and didn't notice

that one of her boots flew off along the way.

Are you crying? Are you going to cry over every dead body like that?

What do you have, doctor?

Her cervical vertebrae are torn.

And as to whether she was dead before the hanging, like you suspect,

I will only be able to tell after a detailed investigation.

There, found it.

- Annette... - Uncle,

take me to where those fights take place.

- Why? - Because I'm worried.

About Shtolman.

Uncle, you said yourself, there's some kind of lethal strike...

What are you going to do there...

I don't know. I just to want to see that place, at least.

- My God, I'm so petty. - What happened?

It's embarrassing. Someone stole my pocket watch during the fight,

and I keep thinking about that.

A man got killed, and I keep thinking about it, and I can't stop. Terrible.

Wow, look how many.

And the money is here. Consequently, this wasn't a robbery.

From the look of it, the deceased's name was Nastya.

Padlock keys, and so many of them...

she was probably the stewardess at one of the warehouses.

What's this?

- Some kind of dust. - I think it's flour.

Where are the flour warehouses in this town?

- Well... on Warehouse Street. - Yes.

Well then, we're going to have to take a walk there.

And you, Anton Andreievich, ask the locals,

maybe someone knew the deceased.

Oh... Yakov Platonovich, I completely forgot.

I got a letter for you at the station this morning.

And now, my matchless Yakov, you live like a deity in my fancies.

I know I am doomed to loving you forever. More acutely than before.

Because I feel your presence in every drop of my bitter suffering.

- Was it here? - Yes. Yes. Right here.

The spectators all around. And I was standing right there.

That's where they... got my watch.

God, is it really interesting to anybody?

There was a ton of spectators. Bread and circuses!

Do you remember the fighter's name?

Sazhin. Ilya Sazhin. And his opponent was Belov.

They're both famous, both strong fighters. Favorites.

The death of a man won't stop anybody...

How can I help you?

Good... Good afternoon.

Do you remember me?

I'm a frequent guest, a regular customer, you could say.

I do. But there won't be anything here tonight.

I know. I... I... I'm here about a different matter.

There... there was a fight here the night before last.

Suppose there was. What's the matter?

Don't take it the wrong way, but there are pickpockets around here.

I didn't go to the police, nothing like that.

But I thought I would definitely let you know.

- Annette, let's go. - Yes.

Let's go.

Let's go, Annette. Let's go.

- Do you see something? - There are two of them.

One of the fighters from last night, and I see a girl next to him.

Must be his fiancee. She was devastated. Let's go, Annette.

Let's go, let's go. Wait for me.

Annette, Annette...

Are you feeling better? Breathe. Breathe, breathe, breathe...

- I'm all right, I'm all right. - The nerve on that fellow...

Like a hippopotamus or something.

I said this, I said that...

Shook him down as if he was supposed to give me back my watch right that second.

But he wouldn't go.

Well, let's go. Hold on.

I was thinking, maybe he recognized you.

And realized why we were there.

That could very well be the case. Oh, there goes Mr Shtolman.

Yakov Platonovich, good afternoon. What brings you here?

Good afternoon. It's me who should be asking you what you're doing here.

Oh, my watch got stolen. I thought I'd get it back. Came here.

- Here, at the warehouse? - Well, it's not just any warehouse.

Do you happen to be here about the fighter's death?

- What fighter? - I think we're here on the same case.

You and your private investigations, Anna Viktorovna.

So what do you have?

Fist fighting takes place here.

And we found out that one of the fighters died, Ilya Sazhin.

And today, his fiancee died.

Rumors travel fast around here. Do you know her name, too, maybe?

Do you know why she died?

What does that have to do with you?

Could I talk to you for a minute? In private.

Of course.

I had a very strange dream. You are in danger.

And it has to do with this place, with that fist fighting.

So you're here because of me?

I just wanted to have look around and tell you.

Thank you. I... I think I can handle it myself.

No. You can't fight under any circumstances. No fist fighting!

I wasn't going to fight.

Please, go home, and I'll take care of myself.

Annette, Annette...

Our sleuth is jealous.

Why do you think that?

Well, catching criminals is his business. And then you the fairy comes along.

Maybe I'm a witch to him.

A fairy, you're a fairy. He was looking at you like a fairy.

Police. Investigator Shtolman. Are you the owner of the warehouse?

No. I'm the storekeeper.

- What's your name? - Fidar.

- And who's the owner of the warehouse? - Krymov. Sava Mikhailovich.

Are these keys yours, Fidar?

They're ours. How did they end up with the police?

- How do you think? - How should I know?

Do you have an assistant, a stewardess?

I do. Nastya Kalinkina.

- When did you see her last? - I saw her yesterday.

And when did the fighter die?

What are you talking about? This is a warehouse.

Quit it, you hold fist fights here. Why didn't you report his death?

Where did you hide his body?

Well... She took it. Nastya.

Nastya, his fiancee. What happened to her?

Murdered.

Sazhin?

In the flesh. God rest his soul.

Fidar! Our boys found Nikita, they're beating him to death!

I didn't have the heart to go up.

- Where? - The empty lot behind the church.

What's happening?

Looks like the boys decided that Nikita has to answer for Ilya.

Where? Show me, I'll handle it.

This is for Ilya!

Police!

Disperse, I said! Disperse!

What are you doing?