picked it up on the spot incidents, disk, disk, uh-huh, a recording of felix yuryevich’s latest material from there, how come they didn’t, you’re from me they demanded, a disk, i didn’t demand anything and didn’t take anything, well... okay, okay, we’ll find out later, oops, damn, what happened to him, the doctors, and what about his legs, their contacts on the day of the murder, that’s all his legs were normal, the head of the district administration, kolunov , went home, never left there, the district killer, i took him from there from the house right, perch, same story. matylev, he left us together with makartsev in his car, well, that’s right, he and vova went to a restaurant, where they had a hearty lunch, and the bloodworm got drunk into a sausage, and from there vova’s driver took him home, that’s all. vadim romanovich, at the shooter’s house they found a photo of him hugging a bloodworm. bloodworm, of course, is not a man of seven, but he is not a clinical idiot to leave such a thing in plain sight. all this is good, but still. we need to work off, so we’ll work on it, phones and