Chapter 1

      And now I finally arrived at the dacha. I haven't been here all year and I'll be here all summer. However, my thoughts were interrupted by my mother's voice.

      – Anya, help me get my things out of the car!

      – Okay, but after unloading, I'm going for a walk.

      "Very well, my daughter.

      "Just one –" I warned.

      "Oh," sighed Mrs. green.

      So decomposed, I left. After walking for two hours, I came to my dacha and saw several police cars.

      I asked: what happened here?! I was told it was none of your business.

      –It's not my place if I live here." I said indignantly.

      –Do you live here?" one of the policemen asked.

      "Yes, I live here.

      – Well, then you are lucky, there is a complete "accident".

      – er … in what sense-really horror I thought.

      –In the literal.

      – Gaikin, you better tell her what happened here – and then I recognized our local precinct officer Pyotr Vasilyevich.

      "Well," says Lieutenant Gaikin, " according to Mrs. green's story, she heard a noise in the attic and went there to look. When she opened the hatch, a poacher knocked her down and ran away.

      "Um, what now?"-I don't understand how a poacher could end up in our attic.

      –I don't know about that ,but maybe something will show up. He saw the major's gesture and left.