Oksana shook her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell onto her blouse, increasing the wet spot on her chest.

- I took the photo, instructions and money in the mailbox, left the documents there. And we only talked on the phone. I can give you a number.

- Of course, the address of the house where the exchange took place, too. – He understood that all this was useless and would not give anything.

They must have called from a stolen phone. And if not, then over the past time, of course, they got rid of the illuminated number.

Sergei's reasoning reached a dead end. Unaccustomed to feeling...