Stolen sleep. Marinina A.

shots sounded at the same time. Lartsev collapsed like a knitted one, and Oleg began to slow down slowly, leaning towards the door jamb. Natalya Evgenievna barely managed to realize what had happened, as a doorbell rang. Voices were heard: "Open, police!" Why are they here? Is Olezhka really? He was mistaken somewhere, pierced, forced himself to suspect and dragged the “tail” along? Olezhka, son, how are you so! She wanted to scream. She saw death too often as a doctor and as a hunter. Oleg was dead, no doubt.