zemtsov, mr.it you, yes, yes, me, hello, hello, let me introduce myself, major koravlev, criminal investigation department, can i ask you a few questions, yes, of course, wonderful, tell me, roses for the obituary, you put them in vazovo, yes, that is, you knew yevseeva well, yes, you can’t imagine how amazing she was, well, why can’t i imagine, that’s all everyone talks about, for me she was special, i mean, i loved her, i still love her, well, that is, were you close to her? no, what am i saying, no, i couldn’t even go near her brave, she was married, and then, and then she had a boyfriend, a friend, i understand how you know so much about her personal life, i live opposite, i often see her windows, well i saw, and what about this friend you were talking about, he's like... when was the last time you saw him at her place? the day she passed away, and what were they doing? they, they were drinking wine, so, talking, so, then she pulled the curtains, and i couldn't see anything anymore, i understa

zemtsov, after all, spying on women at his age is the first sign of mania.he came himself, gave important testimony, this speaks of his innocence, maybe he's just confusing the investigation, and what if he has an alibi? alibi, which is confirmed only by his mother, marya sergeyevna, since when do we take into account the testimony of close relatives. i don't understand what you're suggesting, checking the cameras from the entrances, requesting a mobile phone billing, another waste of time, well... we can conduct a search of zemtsov's apartment, can i write it down, well, write it down, okay, okay, we'll do it, that's it, the guy didn't trust us, and now we need to search him, oh well, he wants a search, he'll get a search, i don't understand at all what we should find there, first we need to find witnesses. sasha, i don't understand what's going on, i don't know, good equipment, thank you, this is tempera, yes, i mean the binoculars, oh, what's the name, anton, yes, i mean the painting, and this, this is tatyana, this is her, mine. fantasy, so, what is this