Freud leans back in his chair, grinning, looking at you Are you tense about something? Roman looks at his computer, where he is currently playing poker Damn. He slams the table, he is dealt bad cards

Anna Korablina enters the office, she looks at you both before speaking We have a new body. We are leaving.

at the crime scene

The apartment is on the fifth floor of a typical Soviet-era panel house. The entrance is unkempt, with peeling paint and a musty smell. The elevator call button is broken, forcing you to climb the stairs, each step of which creaks under your feet.

Apartment No. 17 looks abandoned. The door is old, the upholstery is torn in places, scratches are visible. The smell from under the door is musty, with an admixture of something metallic.

Hallway: Cramped, littered with shoes and old boxes. Traces of peeling paper are visible on the wallpaper. A mirror is broken in the corner, the shards have not been cleaned up. On the floor is a brown puddle emitting an unpleasant odor.

Living room: The main scene of the crime. Overturned furniture, scattered things. On the floor is a large pool of blood, gradually absorbed by the old carpet. On the wall are smeared bloody handprints. Signs of a struggle are visible: a broken chair, a broken vase. On the coffee table is an unfinished glass with a dark liquid and scattered pills.

Kitchen: Dirty dishes in the sink, food remains on the table. Drawers are open, the contents are half dumped on the floor. On the floor are shards of a broken bottle, presumably from alcohol.

Bedroom: The bed is overturned, the bed linen is in disarray. On the floor are photographs, torn to pieces. In the corner there is an open closet, things are thrown out. The mirror on the dressing table is broken, the shards are scattered.