Tamerlan instructed us to
bury him with his hands clenched into fists.
And his will was perfomed.
I want to take this ravioli with me, Zoar,
I will go home. Can you wrap this up for me?
No, it's huge!
Anyway.
Hey, it's "Famous Lives"!
Uh-huh.
If he had MY life.
On one side, the son who makes the world darker, on the
other side, the girlfriend who's blinding with her talents.
You know, this Tamerlan had some
problems with his son too.
Zoar, what kind of problems he could
had with his son? Tell me?
His son was killed.
Maybe you should stop drinking now, Anton-jan, if you
don't want to get yourself into trouble on the way home.
You're pure gold, Zoar.
How much should I pay?
100 rubles.
Here!
He's drunk it.
However, many long years the interment
site of Tamerlan had been unknown.
In 1941, under the direction of
academician Gerasimov,
was organized a scientific expedition
to Samarkand.
But a war hampered to the scientists. Any
information about that expidition was lost...
in many archieves and specialty
libraries which devoted to Central Asia.
What a bullshit.
Listen to me carefully, Gorodetskiy.
He will slide in the trouble - he will
be un-incarnated.
Wrong number.
You ought to be ashamed! After all,
you're father.
Tomorrow will be Egor's birthday. Do
you remember it at least?
You should make a present to your son.
What a present?
- A cappy. I mean, little cap. - A
cappy? Which one?
A dark one.
There is a lot of cappy like that in
Moskow, you know?
I can't help you with anything.
Help ME?
Yes.
Then I'll write a letter to the
Inquisitor.
You can write it to anybody.
You all need to be smashed!
Today we've got a very hard rival.
And all our country is watching
football on the TV screen right now.
A risky moment! A punt!
And, instantly, they make a retaliatory
attack. A long pass!
Hey! Hey you, hound!
Heeey!
Yes, it is unexpectedly.
Go-o-al!
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Two periods by 45 minutes, and then the
series of eleven-metre penalty kick.
So, we diluted the count - 1:2. And our
team is attacking again.
Pass! Kick it now! Go-o-al! A big
intrigue!
The most strained moment of today's
meeting.
The primary objective is no proceeding
into defence - no way.
We must continue a risking but we
should do it very carefully.
Go-o-al!
I ask permission for an expedition to
Samarkand-town...
with the subject of expidition - opening the
tomb into architectural monument Gur-Emir.
According to our investigation, in that
tomb was buried a military leader Tamerlan...
with the Chalk of Fate in his right
hand.
Gesser. 19th june. Forbridden.
The last seconds of the game, and our
guys are continuing their attack.
Goal!
4:2. This victory costs the killed
nerve cells not only for the players,
but for all of us too.
Goal!
But we all can relax now. See you later!
Take care.
Eh, sheepskin.
You know, Alisa, he looked at me so
strange that I was scared.
- You mean to say that nobody covered
you? - Covering me?
I come to you, if you want?
I appreciate, but I can cope by myself.
Be carefull, allright?
Hallo, Galya. Are you okay? - Hallo.
Excuse me, but I'm very tired.
Okay.
Call me later.
Then it will be better if you call me
by yourself.
All right. But I need to return to home
first...
Galina!
Who's there?
It's not fun! Who's there?
A judge.
Yeah? And who's the one who we'll
suppose to judging?
It's you.
741th, aswer me. The group is already working at the
place. Ambulance was there earlier. They leave a summary
Galya! Galya! Galya! Let me in! It's my
daughter! It's my daughter!
No passage.
I dunno. The group is working.
There is no injuries on her body. Why
you so sure that it is murder?
Because I know, who killed her.
I'll smash your head with that phone if
you hang it up again, you heard?
Bring me Zavulon! Now!
He is not here.
Did you say him, who is calling? It's
ME who is calling.
Yes, I said.
Who is he speaking with?
You is