boots.

- There is one "but." Boots size 41, and one-handed - the 42nd. But I asked to conduct a physical examination of the suspect. And you know what?

- Do not hurt me, captain!

- He has calluses on the little fingers of both legs!

- What was required to prove!

- Of course, I immediately rushed to the office and again interrogated Poluyanova. He explained to calluses that he wears shoes of the 41st size. I bought them a month ago, because the 42nd was not for sale. But on the eve of something were! I checked. So why did he buy shoes that day, and not one day earlier? He began to think, but then he remembered the search protocol in the room of Poluyanova. He has 2 manual mice! You understand?!

“So-so,” the major revived, grabbing a string, “Is Filippov the only specialist in mice in the SES?”

- Yes, Comrade Major !!! Brilliant, right ?!

- So, Poluyanov tracked down Filippov, found out that he was the only specialist in mice. Mice breed fast. So, about six months ago, he launched mice into the basement of the museum. He waited for them to breed, and proceeded to direct preparation. Bought shoes a size smaller to fill the corn. And he waited for Filippov to be sent to poison them. He has no work, so he didn’t hurt anything to hang out around the museum and wait. And Filippov appears. Poluyanov knows that there are many mice and cannot cope with them in a day. So it happened. The offender enters the museum at the end of the day and hides somewhere. At night, he kidnaps the fusian and Filippov's things. What for? Why, then all the evidence will point to this Filippov. After that, waiting for the signal Kuryakin. She reports that a decent amount has accumulated at the box office, and Poluyanov goes to work.

- I am sure that it was so. Well, what is he, this one-armed?

- MOTHER, GAD !!!

- The criminal genius!

- But we opened it!

- It remains only to get a confession. And he went into denial. Not prickly.

- Do it, captain. But just in case I do not congratulate. Hang up

The major put the phone down and went back to the mirror. Panties went to him. And what if the stockings add? He smiled and reached for a bag of stockings ...

* * *

The Fools, along with Lena, sat at a table in the Major’s office and were gloomily silent. The case, which yesterday seemed to be solved, acquired a new, unexpected turn. It all started with the results of the analyzes of Kuryakina. In her urine, lab technicians found traces of decay of whiskey. American whiskey! Eaten the day before the crime. But this turned out to be only the tip of the iceberg. The medical examiner who signed the report recalled that he had seen the same whiskey in Polovinkina’s apartment when he was examining the castrated Zyryanov. More precisely - an empty bottle. He remembered and reported to Larisa. That - Raskatovu. Nikolay, in turn, recalled that the cat Polovinkina before the renaming was called Neutron. And just in case, inquired. It turned out that Polovinkina worked as a clerk in the regime Institute for Nuclear Research and chalked out 90 rubles. So where does her whiskey money come from? And where did she get it? In stores this is not sold, even in the "Birches". The silence was broken by the major.

- We have underestimated the one-handed, comrades! Blinked! I'm afraid the case will have to be transferred to the KGB. After all, it smells like a whole spy network of Western intelligence! And Poluyanov - the head of this gang, resident! See for yourself. How do you say he lost his hand?

- In the 67th during the Arab-Israel War was a junior military adviser in Egypt. During the offensive, the Israelis fell under an airstrike and was considered dead. In fact - seriously injured. The Israelis picked it up, cured it and handed it over to the Soviet side, Nikolai explained.

- Then he was recruited! Returning to the Union, he first calmed down, and then began to establish contacts. He recruited Polovinkin, working in a secure institute, in order to obtain secret information. Then Kuryakinu.And this whole circus with a robbery of a savings bank was started with one goal - the murder of Zyryanov! After all, who can prove that the cat jumped on Polovinkina at the time of the shot? After her murder, what prevented her from planting a cat on her head and making her angry so that he would cling to it? And by the way, it’s clear then where the whiskey comes from. The owners of the American have thrown a handout.

- But why should they kill Zyryanov ?, - Helen gave voice.

Today, she no longer experienced timidity in the presence of senior colleagues. The reason for this was the overwhelming pride for the fact that it was thanks to her that she was able to reclassify the Zyryanov case from unintentional to intentional murder. So she at least thought.

* * *

In the morning she entered, as was ordered, into Raskatov's office and, stumbling from excitement, shared her conclusions.

- I thought about your task, comrade captain, and that's what I thought. Yesterday, when we conducted an investigative experiment, your ... this ... well ...

- Pull yourself together, cadet! Be professional! What do you bleat like a schoolgirl? And what will happen when you investigate a murder by injecting a bottle of champagne into the anus? I had it ... Speak clearly!

- Yes sir! So ... Your dick was tense. And I hardly managed to enter it into myself at 13 centimeters. And while he rested in my throat. I would not be able to bite him, my jaws tightened!

- What do you mean?

- So I thought, but what if Zyryanov at the time of the murder member was not tense? Indeed, in a relaxed state, it would be easy to take it entirely in the mouth and bite it off! And then quietly wait for him to bleed out. And then refer to the state of passion. Here!

- Good girl, cadet Sokolov! Now I see that you make a real opera! I will report on you and your successes to Major Durov.

“I'm glad to try, comrade captain!” She said happily, but the captain saw in her eyes a frozen dumb question.

- Something else?

- Yes. Is it possible to shove a bottle of champagne in the anus?

- Some managed it. And some people even enjoy it.

- Pleasure? Phew

- I agree, the bottle is overkill. But from the male member, many enjoy.

- But this is a criminal offense! Sodomy!

- And I'm not talking about men. Many women like it too, and it is not a crime.

- Can not be! I can not imagine.

- And do not have to submit. Do you study philosophy? What are the methods of knowledge?

- I do not remember.

- I'll tell you: theoretical and empirical ...

- Similarly, I remembered!

- Well done. For us, as for law enforcement officers, the main empirical method is. And the main tool of this method is experience. You can never make the right judgment about anything until you try. I see that in this area that we are discussing, you have a big gap. Well, I will help you ... Run to the lab and bring Vaseline.

- What for?

- We will fill the gap. And how did you want? Here for example, the victim came to you, who wrote a statement about rape in the anus. Do you believe her word? Or, after listening to all the circumstances and from my own experience, you can accurately determine: was she really raped, or did she want it herself? So run for petroleum jelly! We have less than an hour before the meeting. Then you will thank yourself. If I had a mentor like yours, I would have been a lieutenant colonel a long time ago.

She turned around for 5 minutes. At the request of Nikolai, she closed the door with a key, walked over to him and held out a jar of Vaseline.

- Here ... What should I do?

- Stand up to the table and lie on his chest

She dutifully accepted the required posture. Rasps approached her from behind and slowly pulled up a narrow short uniform skirt at the belt.

- Do not wear tights ?, - he asked, stroking Lena on the bulging ass in white Habeshny shorts

- No, do you want?

- No no. It’s even better. ”He grabbed onto the elastic of her underpants and pulled them down to their knees with a smooth movement. Then they fell to the feet themselves.

- You have a beautiful butt, cadet