Dmitriyevich.
Sasha, you have
to come to the office right away.
Okay.
Just look what's going on there!
Stuffed in there the hell knows what!
Colonel,
don't pretend to be a god.
Hello.
What do you mean you didn't know
about your bosses' decision to block
the entry to the exhibition?
My Dzerzhinsky men acted
according to the instruction.
l don't know what instruction
your blockheads followed,
but you screwed up
the operation of capturing Rakitin.
Calm down, comrade commanders.
Everything's clear.
So you, comrade Pavlov,
were tailing your American,
the journalist Zbigniew Podgurski,
knowing he is to have
a rendezvous at the exhibition.
Though you didn't know
he was to meet Rakitin.
And you, Vladimir Konstantinovich,
were carrying out a KGB instruction...
lt looks like Merkulov was right
when he said yesterday
we'd have to deal
with the hanged one.
What a keen perception!
Only why the KGB?
What's this story
about an American spy?
What do we need a spy for?
Some work we've got.
Alright.
As the saying goes, if you love
a dog, you must love his owner.
Konstantin Dmitriyevich, but...
Yeah, we seem to have landed
in a pretty mess.
Why did they foist this case on us?
The KGB wanted the Rakitin case
for themselves.
And our prosecutors',
either out of professional pride
or for the love for the Committee,
refuses to hand the case over.
And they are right.
lt's subtle politics. They'll be
pressing on us from both sides.
But for now, we're going
to Rakitin's home.
Excuse me for receiving you
in the kitchen.
At better times we got used
to sitting here.
Only we don't smoke here. Sorry.
Konstantin Dmitriyevich,
may l ask you a question?
As many questions as you like.
Only l'm afraid we have no answers.
Then if l can be useful
to you in any way...
We'll keep it in mind.
Write down the phone number, Sasha.
You're all thumbs.
Some helper.
Stay in your room
if you don't know how to behave.
- Calm yourself, mother.
- Go.
Viktor had all it takes for making
a career, plus my dad's connections.
He was rising up pretty quickly.
They already wanted to send him to
Washington as a trade representative,
yet the final decision didn't follow.
Viktor wouldn't talk about it.
l went to my father.
What l found out was terrible.
He didn't follow the directives of
the Politburo and Central Committee,
and they decided
it was... revisionism,
and branded him as
being politically nearsighted.
You know what l mean, don't you?
Why do we sit here as if
we're not Russians.
Let's have a drink.
To Viktor, God rest his soul.
Excuse me, l'll be right back.
An iron woman.
ln her situation, my old girl would've
fainted long ago, and she...
Yeah...
To the success of our hopeless case.
Well, we may as well drink to this.
l've been telling him all along,
a hundred times: ''Look,
look where you live,
look at those people!
Live for yourself, for your son.''
No, he devoted all his life to...
lt's all because of that woman! Messed
up with someone because of his bitch.
He took whole baskets to
that ballerina!
Never gave me one flower in my life,
and to her - whole baskets!
Who is this ballerina?
Her name is Valeriya Kupriyanova.
Shura, it's me again, Merkulov.
We're coming right away.
l need information.
Valeriya Kupriyanova.
A ballerina.
Alright.
So, exhale, take a swig, sniff
the cucumber, and let off.
Alright, alright.
Where're you going?
l said, the cucumber. Quick.
Oh, you...
We wouldn't be sitting here
in the middle of the night,
if those Dzerzhinsky's grandsons
hadn't been such shitheels.
Really, Konstantin,
my boys
do this kind of work
more professionally
than those celebrated Chekists.
Greetings.
Why do you stand there? Come in.
My deputy,
Artur Andreyevich Krasnikovsky.
- Where's your ballerina?
- You see, she's disappeared.
She didn't come
for the morning rehearsal,
nor for the evening performance.
But this is our victim
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