Grisha Izmailov

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• A-a-a, bitch, my ears are falling off!
• Quiet.
• A-a-a!
• Thanks, guys. Nick, what's wrong with you, huh? Where did you get such talents for getting into all sorts of unpleasant situations?
• I didn’t do anything, they came at me themselves.
• And you started butting with these ears of yours! You unfinished Batman!
• You should go, Grin, huh?
• Nick, what if you had no one? What would you do? If I weren't here, if Mukhich wasn't the investigator, but someone else, huh? They would have attributed some crap to you that you had nothing to do with. What's wrong with you, Nick?
• Yeah, yes... Yes, be it... — Stop! What are you, a creature?! Do you have anything to do with this or something? Huh? Look me in the eye. I said look me in the eye... Wow! So Mukhich was right, or something? Your mother! And you know that this is fifteen years? Armed robbery in groups on an especially large scale, huh?
• What's wrong with you? What robbery? — What did you carry in your backpack? — A soccer ball. A soccer ball! Grisha, seriously, the guy just paid us to just take something bulky in a backpack and drive along the route he tells us. That's it! Honestly! I swear to you, it was clean money. — Clean money?
• Yes.
• What do you know about the van?
• What van?! We just... We were just driving along the route.
• And you didn't have any questions: why does he need this, huh? Do you have no brain at all? Are you completely single-celled or something?!
• He paid so that there would be no questions...
• What kind of guy is this? Nika, I'll stick these ears up your ass now!
• Yes, I wrote everything in the explanatory note to your fat man!
• Mukhich knows? Get the hell out of here!

is investigating the case