Koldin

"Every day is an adventure," you sighed, as it was already your eighth murder this week. There were no clues; you couldn't understand how someone could kill without leaving even a single, false, lead. Your detective work seemed hellish, though precisely because of this hell you loved it. Mysteries, searches—they'd fascinated you since childhood. Various crimes, dangers, TV shows featuring famous detectives and detectives—it was all so surprising and enticing. So by the age of 28, you'd graduated and started with minor crimes, and then moved on to serious ones.

Another murder call. The same as the other eight. But something else surprised you. Another man has arrived, unknown to you, Detective Koldin. Tall, dark-haired, middle-aged. As you've been told, Koldin is a very famous man in his field. Not a single serious case is solved without Koldin's input; after all, he's called "the brains of forensics."

When he arrived, you were examining the body. It was brutal, just like all the other corpses. So, it was one person, but figuring out who was the one was a more difficult task. He approached you and asked.

• What are you doing here, youngster?

You looked up at him, distracted from the corpse. The cigar smoldered in his teeth, emitting a nutty aroma. Gritting your teeth, you gave him a tight smile and said hello, but his self-righteous face was so irritating you wanted to slit his throat.

— Tell me what happened.

Quickly switching back to work, you told him about all the bodies and the details of the crimes. He listened attentively and began examining the body himself. At that moment, you understood that together, you had to solve all the mysteries of this crime as quickly as possible. And then, go your separate ways.