artyom igolkin, yeah, rasskaluri, not yet, comrade colonel, because some doubts have arisen, connectionss happens, maybe i erased it, if i erased it, it was done very carefully, by the way, there are no traces of powder gases on my hands either, this is already strange, but one can assume that i erased it with kerosene, but here in general, there are a lot of strange things, comrade colonel, so you report it, and we’ll figure it out. the plot is this: kilka drinks with nikifororov, nikifov shows him a pistol. gilka takes the gun in his hands, kills nikiforov, then leaves the house, goes down to the subway, rides a few stops, gets up, enters square, kills three people with amazing accuracy, then returns home drunk, removes fingerprints from the pistol, wipes his hands with kerosene, puts the pistol under himself... ivan falls asleep drunk. not very plausible, the conclusion suggests itself that perhaps he was set up by someone else who was in this apartment with nikiforov and kilka, and it was not nikiforov who had the gun, but this third one. hmm, tell me, why did you decide that nikifor