Real operatives don’t get vacations. The moment Colonel Gurov finally plans to rest by the sea—and, at the same time, look for a Moscow film producer who has gotten out of hand—he immediately ends up, as they say, “on flat ground, face-first into the pavement.” Because it turns out the producer is suspected of murder. So he disappears from justice into a small resort town. But Gurov instantly senses that something is off. After all, the “killer” came here not just to sunbathe, but to get money for his new, large-scale production. And he didn’t turn to just anyone—he went to the toughest local mafia boss, nicknamed Grek. But such people don’t hand out millions for nothing. Not even out of old friendship. And in general, this filthy story looks very much like a clever setup…