kharlampy, in the eighty-third year , the head of the criminal investigation department of the central internal affairs directorateingrad city executive committee, kharlampy, the apachedi went to an ambush, closer to night. i see a guy walking for some reason, i slowed down and called out to him , he won’t tell me where the gromov cemetery is. what is it, i say? yes, nothing is needed, i'm talking about business. well, let me show you the guy told the cemetery is quiet, but they say that a ghost has wound up there, playing with a huge human bone, looking for who else to possess. he didn't even know. this night he will have to face the mystic. even an experienced detective became uneasy. maybe shot. he, a living black hood , proceeded towards the crypt, from there they heard, rolls of blows conditionally raged inside, it was time to stop the ghostly revelry, went to the crypt, come out suddenly. the black hood lunged towards the operatives behind him. that this is a deeply frightened little man , i was just behind the bricks. the ghost turned out to be the locals got into the habit of stealing bricks for their summ