Czytaj książkę: «Case No. 1832»

Для подготовки обложки издания использована художественная работа автора. Обложка книги разработана автором в дизайнерской программе и является интеллектуальной собственностью Николая Лакутина.

Part 1

-This disgusting interrogation room – probably the last thing I see in my life, thought the girl with the white hair, with bangs which dripped drops of blood on the dirty beige tiles.

– Did you tighten her arms, Opera? – vaguely, as if in delirium, I heard the thunderous voice of a senior officer – this person is dying though, but still something to maybe watch it with her. The heavy door closed with a hum, what awaited ahead, was known only to one Creator…

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– Hello, mishenka, with change of? – turned to not so long ago entered the service of a police neighbor.

– Hi, Tamara, Yes, today the service was over. How you feeling?

I'm holding on. That's bread to walk … – pointing to the bag I back old.

– Too right, well I go to rest, today is something of a day rich, – as I walked toward the door, as if said goodbye to the young Lieutenant.

Come on, honey, let's… – quietly shifting from foot to foot, moved the old woman.

Throwing two folders of papers on the kitchen table, the boy hastily dressed, hung official uniform in the closet, put the kettle on, and look, unleashed one of the folders, the cover of which was listed as "the case of the 1832".

This folder was given to it under the most strict responsibility in spite of the fact that it lay eight years on racks of unsolved crimes. But the story of this case was not like all the others. There was something exciting about her. That's what I read from this folder Lieutenant:

"April 20, 1994. at 23.15 on duty felt in his mind a voice that said that Elena Melnikova for their "Hel" – the girl who was in the night in custody, brought in the afternoon of the last day, by the police in an unconscious state right now literally dying of thirst. All she needs to survive until tomorrow morning is a glass of cool water. Duty almost dozing in his glass booth immediately jumped up, poured her a Cup of water from the kettle and walked over to the interrogation room, the door of which was prudently put two FSB officers responsible for the girl's head.

On a question that here the person on duty forgot, that explained the intentions to give water to the detainee, but instead of permission to pass, he felt how a gun barrel of one of employees of intelligence service touched the sweaty temple of the person on duty.

Sit down and shut up, – he said calmly, the second officer, holding the hand near the holster.

– But I'm not going to do, the girl dies, you are people too – a trembling voice said duty, pouring a Cup of water with a shaky hand.

The first officer snapped the bolt of the gun, clearly giving to understand that the dialogue is finished, and if noble intentions men have a desire to live to old age, then he / she should immediately get back to his place.