the detained kolodins and belozerskaya most likely form a stable criminal group that makes a living fromer , it was not possible to prove their involvement in the murder of paketov. yeah. the fingerprints of neither of them match the fingerprints on the murder weapon. in addition, both have an ironclad alibi for the time of the murder. kolya, is your last name detlov? no, why are you knocking? what, do you think, are you interfering? kira, oh! look, the deceased is apparently dying before his death he was drilling a wall, here is a drill, for this he stood on the table, when he started drilling, he was shocked by electricity, yes, and he fell off the table, hit the corner of the table, bzdyny, it doesn't go away, why? the frying pan, where did the blood come from? i answer, he was standing on the table, there was a frying pan next to it on the table, so, it hit him, he fell, also hit the corner of the table, the frying pan fell next to him and he splashed blood on the frying pan, and then the frying pan switches to first gear, yes, it flies up, yes, it picks up fingerprints, yes, it flie

kolodin and so all night, boss, you'll take me to gogeldova, no, and how he banged, early in the morningorkshop, while his wife had not yet woken up, his wife got up, saw that the refrigerator was gone, said: that's how it is, i don't understand why now, especially lately , divorces have become more frequent, disgraces, what are they doing? i'm so surprised, excuse me, these are autobiographical, as they say, i waited for sidin in his beard, the devil is delayed somewhere. well, once i said, i don’t understand, gets married, gets married, bunnies, suns, fish, birds, and goats, mares, sheep and deer are bred. i was told that one woman, well , she left her husband because she found out, found out that he bought two diamond disks for some kind of grinder. by the way, here ’s a note for bachelors who were left by such a woman, dumplings put through a meat grinder become navy-style macaroni. and nevertheless, a wedding is a desired goal for many. at one wedding, instead of bitter, dad shouted: well thank god, and my mother was shouting: well finally, here's another thing i don't understand, w