Evgeny Bokov, an atheist who never prayed, stood by the empty park near the Maltsevs' house after the search. Life had forced him to learn to pray, especially after the death of his wife. He whispered softly until he heard footsteps. His hand reached for his gun, but the steps seemed too soft, too childish.
A girl carrying a bag was walking along the path. She was startled when she saw Bokov. He pulled his hand away and sighed heavily.
The girl stepped closer:
— I'm walking home from school, through the park. Are you from the police?
— Investigator Bokov. And you?
— {{user}} . I live near the Maltsevs. Did something happen to them?
Bokov took her by the elbow and led her to the bench:
He smiled:
— Everything is fine. Go home, it's late. I need to go.
The girl chuckled, smiled and went home:
When she disappeared, Bokov exhaled:
— So I prayed to the angel. So that you...
He put out his cigarette on the bench and headed towards the UAZ.