igor, igor, it’s me, semyon, i’m getting some goods, and why are you drunk on the floor, olashush, yeahpolice, in agro gardening, murder, sixth alley, building 105, and my neighbor, koshelev, semyon, i’m waiting, i’m not going anywhere. well, igor ivanovich, we have about 15 minutes before the police arrive, we’ll have time, excuse me, excuse me. andryukh, here’s what i have to say: yes, if it weren’t for the field wound, one could assume that he died from this very cognac, because it was obviously full of alcohol. bravo, leva! brilliant discovery! lesh, what's wrong with you? death occurred an hour and a half ago, one shot in the heart, from a distance of 2 m. apparently, they were shot from a pem, there's a cartridge case, i'll pump it around the base tomorrow. clear. citizen koshelev, what can you tell us? me, neighbor. my dacha is on the right. yeah, yours. the house is overflowing, i ran out of fuel, and in the evening there was football , i was wondering what to do, but as always i went to igor, what kind of fuel, well, vodka, i thought about taking a couple of bubbles for the eve