The murder of the Presidential Envoy in a large and rich northern region looked simple to the point of primitiveness, absurd, almost accidental. The suspect confessed easily and quickly... perhaps too easily and quickly. Just... how did the bullet, fired, according to the killer, into the victim’s back, hit him between the eyes?! Who actually committed the crime? This seems to interest no one... except Alexander Turetsky. The only one who is ready to find the truth carefully hidden by someone in the stunning intricacy of forged evidence and false testimony, strange coincidences and no less strange inconsistencies...