Real cops don’t get vacations. Just when Colonel Gurov is about to rest a bit by the sea—and, at the same time, look for the Moscow film producer who’s been running around—he immediately ends up, so to speak, “right on the spot, face first into the asphalt.” Because it turns out the producer is suspected of murder too.
So he hides from justice in a small resort town. But Gurov senses right away that the case isn’t clean. After all, the “killer” came here not just to sunbathe, but to get money for his new large-scale production. And he turned not to just anyone, but to the toughest local mafia boss, nicknamed Grek. And such men don’t hand out millions for nothing—not even out of old friendship.
In general, this dirty story looks very much like a clever setup…