july 25 , 2000, a service volga stops near a residential panel on komenterna street, kantemantiysky. head of the regional prosecutor's office gets out of the car, yuri bederin goes to his entrance. two killers are already waiting for general justice. i heard some kind of grinding sound, well, it’s like you know from iron. something, i think , well, again, someone will build something, well , that’s it, i calmed down, then literally a few minutes later he runs in, well, my doorbell rings, i open it, the police are standing there, asking, where begerin lives, i say, on the fourth floor, i say, something happened, he says, yes it happened, i came out of the entrance on the stairs there, and you wanted to remember how i ran, well, i’m taller, no, i don’t know how i ran, i just went out, that’s how it turns out. so you came out then, yes, i came out and he, he was lying here, here on the stairs he was lying, lying, there was a bed of blood and he was lying in it, that ’s it, well, they immediately told me, he fell on his back, yes, you know, he was lying, yes, yes, here i am now, of cours