Hide and Seek (Схованки)

I'm the king, motherfuckers!

Have you been here long?

Have you got kids?

No.

So why do you work here?

I used to be a nanny.

There's been a spate of kidnappings.

What?

Do you watch TV?

Inspector!

I need the toilet.

We're doing our best.

Yes.

All hands on deck. Yes, sir.

I will, sir.

They're panicking.

Where have you been?

At the hospital, questioning the Shvets' nanny, Beletskaya.

Who are they? And what do we know about this child, for Christ's sake?

- I think she's Naumova's daughter. - The one she abandoned?

OK then.

Put out an alert for Sviridov. I want his mugshot on every street corner!

Thanks for the needle.

What are you in for?

What's it to you?

You're a weird one.

Hey, freak. Come here.

Did you hear what your superior said?

Get lost.

When are you paying me back?

Or do you think your pretty face entitles you to free deliveries?

- I have no money. - I don't give a shit!

You've got 3 days to get the money.

What are you staring at?

- Are you OK? - Yes.

- Why did they do this? - I owe them money.

- How much? - A shitload.

I can help.

What are you?

A cop?

If you want to help,

then fuck off.

- Sasha. - What?

An arrest warrant's been issued. The kidnapper's name is Roman Sviridov.

They want us to publish it.

Isn't that Kipling's case?

- Where is he, by the way? - He's been off sick for a few days.

- OK, publish it. - Wait.

I did some research and discovered that

Roman's daughter disappeared 3 years ago.

The plot thickens.

Let me think what we can do with this.

Hi, I've been looking for you.

- We need to talk. Are you OK? - No, I'm not OK!

It's about your request. Let's talk, but not here.

I took the fingerprints from the phone you found

and ran them through our database, even though you didn't ask me to.

- They belong to a Denis Ryabov. - Who's that?

He was charged with drug dealing in 2016.

Check the details yourself.

But the interesting thing is that Denis Ryabov is dead.

His body was brought to the morgue yesterday with signs of asphyxiation.

He had the same drug on him that was found in Bondar's blood, mephedrone.

It's a synthetic stimulant. I know, I did the tests.

It's new in town.

What?

I wanted to take some mephedrone from the evidence room today.

To compare.

But the mephedrone's been replaced with aspirin.

Do you understand what this means?

Someone in the department is dealing confiscated drugs.

This stays between us.

- I won't sign anything. - OK, I understand.

- I did that test illegally. - I understand.

One more thing.

There was another set of fingerprints on the phone.

Whose?

Protasov's.

Yesterday evening,

8-year-old Oksana Shvets was abducted from her own home.

This is the third child abduction in the town in the past week.

Police have named a suspect and released his photograph.

He's 39-year-old software engineer Roman Sviridov.

If anyone has any information on our daughter,

please call the number below or the police hotline.

Anonymity and a reward are guaranteed.

Yesterday evening,

8-year-old Oksana Shvets was abducted from her own home.

This is the third child abduction in the town.

Police have named a suspect and released his photograph.

He's 39-year-old software engineer Roman Sviridov.

If you have any information on this man,

please call the number below.

Anonymity and a reward are guaranteed.

Come and see me outside when you're done.

We need to talk.

Do you know why prisoners love this room?

Because the guards never check it.

I could stab you here whenever I want.

But first, let me show you something.

See this scar?

My mum's boyfriend threw a bottle at me when I was 12.

Nobody stood up for me.

This is where my mum cut me up when she was plastered.

The neighbours called the cops.

But they never showed up.

What do you say to that?

That everyone has their own destiny?

I really believed something could change.

First, those Sviridovs.

Sure, they gave me a place to stay.

But they treated me as if I was contagious.

They washed my clothes separately. Same for my plate, cup, spoon.

And then he showed up.

Do you think I don't know how I look?

I know I'm no oil painting.

But sometimes you're just desperate to believe that you're wanted.

I was an idiot to believe.

But I won't be fooled again.

I know you can't change destiny.

I don't care where I die, at my mum's or here in jail.

Want to find that girl?

Then look for Scrapper.

Alisa!

- Hey, guys. - What do you want?

- Something strong. - Listen up.

- Get lost. - That's no way to treat a customer.

Are you for real? You may as well have "cop" tattooed on your forehead.

- Do you know him? - No.

We don't know him. Now get lost.

What the hell?

Not so fast.

- What do you want? - Who supplied Ryaboi with drugs?

- Why don't you ask him? - Aren't you a smartarse?

I don't know.

Stand still.

- That's 7 years right there. - It's not mine.

- Who supplied Ryaboi? - Your lot did.

- Any names? - I don't know any names.

- OK, let's go to the station. - Hold on!

You should ask Malvina. Maybe she knows.

- Who's that? - His sister. They worked together.

He sold on the street, she did the club.

- Let's go, you can show me. - You'll recognise her yourself.

Take your shit.

- When's she on her break? - What's it to you?

Clear off.

Are you here for the cash?

Yes.

- Are you new? - Not really.

I haven't seen you before.

That's just how it goes.

Are you sure you're a cop?

This is for last week. Minus my commission.

Don't you want to count it?

- Where's Malvina? - She's with one of your guys.

Say again? Which one of our guys?

Some, guy with a police badge. I figured he was with you.

It looks good.

Are you sure?

So you're giving me your cut?

Calm down.

Be quiet.

Listen, calm down. 10 days ago, my partner was murdered.

Probably by the same people that killed your brother.

Quiet. I need to figure it out.

I need your help.

Relax.

Stay still.

Take a look.

Did he work with your brother?

Yes.

- Who works with you? - I don't know their names.

- Can you describe them? - Yes.

Two guys like you always wearing leather jackets.

One's a big bloke, the other's smaller with a plait.

Open up!

Please go. I'll sort it out. They'll kill me, please.

- I'll find you. - OK.

What's with the knocking?

I was counting your dosh.

- Who was here? - Nobody.

You shouldn't lie to adults.

Didn't you learn that in school?

Now you're going to talk.

- Are you already home? - Hi.

Are you OK?