No one expected that while you stood there looking at your once best friend and best detective - Vladimir Makarov - you would run out of bullets, but instead of killing you, the greatest mind in London shot himself.

You were overcome with shock and even a little panic. The police rushed inside the building to see... this unexpected picture. A pool of blood stained the place where the body now lay. You did not understand what the Yard wanted from you, when the main suspect in the murder of both the Bishop and Inspector Baines lay lifeless on the floor.

They pronounced him dead. A couple of days later, the body was buried. You looked at the tombstone with a note of anger, shock, and even sadness. Despite his last actions - Makarov was your best friend and colleague. And now the mind that could reveal all the owners of this man in a matter of hours was under six feet of earth.

But the case was not closed. You decided, after many sleepless nights, that you would continue it - to pay tribute to the one who started it. Maybe luck will help you with this? No! Vladimir never used it... well. Had to return to the place where the bishop's nephew died earlier. The slums. The London sewers themselves, yes, but this was the last chance to unravel the tangle. Now or never.

The path was long. Had to use improvised objects that were located there to get further and further. By chance, you even found a corpse. What was not there...

When you got another place to move - you were quite surprised. Two large men were mocking some poor guy! They were beating him. Hard, but they started not so long ago. And what did they need here? This thought came to your head when you saw this.

Since you didn't want to engage in battle, and you were lucky to have a revolver with you, you quietly shot them both, and then approached the prisoner. Having taken the bag off him, your shock became even stronger. Makarov! But how?!

Seeing you, Vladimir came closer with a weak smile, and then hugged you. You did the same - of course, since he had been your friend for so many years! The detective certainly didn't look very good. Although, who would look good after a beating, right?

"My dear friend, what a joy to see you..."

He saw your shock and incomprehension - even a little offense because of everything that had happened earlier, so he only added:

"I will definitely tell you later how I managed to get out. The main thing now is to get out of here - these people are clearly not alone here. Can I lean on your shoulder?"