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for a thing like that without a reason.

Were you afraid they might

turn up on the wrong person?

- Let me out.

- What?

- Stop and let me out. I'd rather walk.

- Don't be silly. You'd freeze to death.

What are you doing? You're insane!

What are you trying to do? Kill yourself?

Questions, questions.

Oh, no. Fine, fine.

Now we can both freeze.

Come on.

KGB have better cars, you know.

But they don't always take you

where you want to go, do they?

I don't know whether to get deep

in this case or not. Really take it on.

- Don't piss into the wind.

- Maybe. Maybe not. Forensic?

Forensic picked up traces of gesso,

sawdust and gold on the clothing.

- Gold?

- All used in the restoring of icons.

Black marketeers. That's why the KGB

disposed of them. Sodding Pribluda.

Anything else?

Did Forensic turn up anything else?

Yeah, some spots

of chicken and fish blood.

That's odd, isn't it?

That doesn't fit.

God, I wish we knew

what they looked like.

Hm.

No dessert?

- And the redhead. I want his head too.

- Why not the other one?

We know nothing about him. Besides,

how many do you think I can carry?

So long as you know what to say

if they stop you in the street.

The greatest of killers.

I'm sorry?

Tamerlane the Great.

Nasty man. His skull

showed right-side paralysis,

and I had some hair to deal with.

Yes, I see.

Do you? Do you?

Well...

What about the mildew?

On the upper lip?

- Yes. I'm sorry, what do you mean?

- Where the moustache grew. Mildew.

Of course.

- I am Professor Andreev.

- Chief Investigator Renko. I tried to ring...

I do not do forensic work,

either for militia or KGB.

Renko?

- How interesting.

- Why?

Your father was General Renko.

You don't look a bit like him.

My God. Your zygomaticus has a

completely different elasticity altogether.

Promise me I can have your face

when the breath has left your body.

Professor Andreev,

these heads have no faces.

- Don't try to interest me.

- A murderer erased their identities.

You can give it back to them.

Professor, too many people

in our society disappear without trace.

Oh?

Why is that?

They fall into a chasm.

What sort of chasm?

The one between what is said

and what is done.

You may not be long for this world,

my fine, imprudent fellow.

Hm.

Right. First thing:

Clean off the rest of the flesh. Hm?

Fetch me the grubworms.

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my heart I sold

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