the eighty-second year, the inspector of the criminal investigation department of the kirovsky district department of internal affairse city of moscow, next door to elena's work from monday the publishing house was located, the employees of both organizations dined in the same dining room exactly there and vladimir went to the grill among the visitors of that very same detective burned to no doubt intuition would give the right clue. the dining room is not the place where you can calmly and without fuss consider the visitors, everyone is in a hurry to dine, another painfully familiar phrase from all soviet times. and you weren't even here. and where is the compote and this happens. serve with us all the portions are the same. you can’t argue with everyone, they poured the same liquid soup and there was no iron excuse restaurant woman shame on you and this also happened. in general, the dining room is not the most suitable place to showcase the best character traits. how to understand which of the visitors went to the dining room, as if to work, but there was no result, the men suitable for searching the lovers were n