Speak, - Sergey came to life.

She took a drag and exhaled a puff of smoke into the windshield.

- In our apartment with Denis, - she interrupted for a quick puff. - In the living room, in the back of the sofa, there is a pistol with fingerprints hidden. Guess whose prints? She smiled and looked at Sergei.

In a split second, his breathing changed, his chest moved faster, and he laughed dryly.

- Do not say…

“Yes,” she interrupted cheerfully. - When he burst into the office and after your struggle ... Korshun held my pistol in his hands. And this is exactly the weapon from which he...