what?
Alla said that nothing
in sex makes sense.
- She is right.
- But what about Hone and Lisa?
Sex has nothing to do
with this. It's passion.
What is love then?
Imagine: you bail out
of the plane and wonder
whether your parachute
will open.
Your heart sinking...
You can't breathe...
But you feel exultation.
Then - presto! -
your parachute has opened.
And you're happy.
Your heart leaping. So, with
closed parachute - it's passion.
With open parachute -
it's love.
Is it love, between
you and Alla?
- Do you wake up happy?
- Are you kidding? I'm nasty.
I knew this girl.
When she was in love:
she would wake up happy.
You mean, you knew a girl?
I did not tell you.
She is a lab assistant.
Say, there is nothing but
bones left from somebody,
she is able to tell whether
it was a man or a woman.
- Is this about love?
- I am talking about love.
It depends. Where does this
girl of yours work?
Sub-faculty
of judicial medicine.
Hey! It's super!
They are all real kinky there!
- I don't even know her name.
- Then call her.
- Call her right now.
- But how?
If you're feeling shy, I can call
her and do the sweet-talking.
- I don't know her phone number.
- The address?
I only remember the house...
I see.
Is she good-looking or
just nothing special?
I only saw her hands holding
an apple, and her hair.
Marina. 1 8 years old!
Stands 1 78 cm.
Excuse me, where is the forensic
medicine sub-faculty?
- It's near the Cytology.
- Thanks.
Beautiful word : 'cytology'.
Forensic Medicine sub-faculty.
- A nail in the brains!
- Super!
How do we know
which of them is her?
This is our worst nightmare.
It's blind-man's buff,
you know.
Though, the fatsies do have
their good aspects.
Alla is skinny, doesn't cook,
that's why I've gastritis.
But if she were fat...
...I wouldn't live with her.
I am so happy for you,
and maybe for me too.
- It's not her hair.
- So what?
I take the right one...
You like the left one?
Okay, take the right one, only
make up your mind right now...
Can't be a sore loser...
Are you Igor and Postnikov?
- Hi, Marina.
- Hi. You are beautiful.
- Hold your horses.
- Which of you is Igor?
- He is Igor.
- I am Igor.
- Are you from general surgery?
- That's right!
And are you keen on
forensic medicine?
No, I just wanted to meet you.
He is kidding.
We must write our papers.
The paper is on...
nails in one's brains...
Cytology is a yawner, you know.
It just puts me to sleep.
Seal, you wonder why that guy
has a nail in his brains, right?
Why is he calling you Seal?
Because I'm meek and
lacking sex-appeal.
He's kidding. His nickname is
derived from his last name.
- Have I met you before?
- No you haven't.
Your voice seems familiar.
It happens.
My scientific director
was Doctor Lobusov.
He sounded just like
Freddy Mercury.
I mean,you close your eyes
and it's Freddy.
You open your eyes -
it's Doctor Lobusov.
Skeletized corpse...
Decaying process...
A bullet-wound
in the temple...
This head was discovered
in a peat bog. As for adipocere...
I guess you can observe this
during autopsies, colleagues.
A fracture in the was not
inflicted by a blunt object
it came about as a result
of exposure to heat.
But I guess I didn't say
anything new here.
Doctor, please...
- A frontal bone defect...
- I like her...
She seems easy to get along with.
- Nothing will come out of it.
- I guess so.
She hasn't worked here long enough
to just totally have lost her mind.
And this is a diorama:
we've reconstructed the interior
where a natural mummification, has
occurred It is a very rare event,
especially, in a room with
the windows shut.
Was discovered 7 years
after the fact of death.
A very difficult case
on Rublev highway.
We had to determine
the cause of death:
a car accident, or a bullet wound?
What do you think,
colleagues?
Until I become more familiar
cytology,
I don't feel I can have an opinion.
Seal, that is just