here is the house where the lemekhovs lived. and this is the ammunition factory. who they worked for, were not connected with some kind of intelligence service to this day, now spies have been eliminated by special agents, all this is under your nose. alexander anyutin could not restrain himself then, he knew the deceased old people well, they were kind, honest, devoted to the motherland people, why invent, why this, excuse me, rubbish, when we work here on the ground, we know who is capable of what? the important guests made noise and left, and chapayev's detectives in the meantime were looking for the killer. one of the suspects was a neighbor of the deceased family. the neighbor, feeling like the owners of their own hundredths of their own houses, people suddenly felt that their homeland is here, where they built with the whole family, where... he stole tomatoes from a young man, why did you put up such a scarecrow, when i saw it, i couldn't fall asleep at night, it's not that you were scared, the crows returned what i stole