i don't need to prove it, i know it, i am the son of pierre narcissus. of the body from the morgue so that people could say goodbye, someone took tickets from other cities, a hotel, someone rented them from work, asked for time off, three times it was actually postponed, she gave papers and ambassador prohibited the export, and you communicated with your mother-in-law, you, i remember, then even accused her of stealing the body, i had already prepared a place at the troerukovsky cemetery, everything was fine, but... but at the last moment i was like a mother, mother i understood that the mother, crying on the other side, watered her son with tears, hugged him, kissed him, and also his sister, i could not resist, i gave the go-ahead for him to be buried in the family crypt in cameron, and i remember that too there were problems with transporting the body, because it turned out that pierre didn’t even have a russian citizenship, but no citizenship. because we always lived on easy terms and didn’t want to bother ourselves with any papers or registrations, s