April 21, 2019

20:00

The bright light of numerous lamps illuminated the blue-tiled mortuary room. One of the walls was occupied by a giant cupboard with numerous cells for storing bodies, next to which stood several iron gurneys. Two of them were occupied by long orange zippered bags.

The sepulchral cold of the room was chilling to the bone, but that was not why Kirill shivered. Despite the warm April weather, he was pounding all day. On unsteady legs, he followed the fat man in the white coat with two police officers. The pathologist approached one of the bags and spoke sympathetically:

- Kirill Alexandrovich, you don't have to see...