Seconds dripped like water from a poorly turned faucet, and with each drop it seemed that he was getting closer and closer to the abyss of despair. Vlad nervously walked back and forth along the hallway, palpably disturbing the experts who arrived almost immediately. But he did not care about this, Dima was in the hands of Maxim, it occupied all his thoughts. It seemed that everyone around was not doing anything, but stupidly pulling rubber, wasting precious time, Dimino's time!

“Leave the crime scene,” Vlad threw a look full of indignation at the investigator, who immediately rushed in when he found out about the murder. It's his business now....