Inga could hardly hold Tamirisa’s stone-heavy body and backed towards the door, realizing that something irreparable had happened... Tamirisa slipped out of Inga’s hands and fell to the floor, thumping loudly on the chipped floorboard. She lay motionless, her arms tucked under her, like a big ridiculous doll. Inga rushed out of the closet, slamming the door behind her in horror. She rushed through the garden and, taking cover under a tree, dialed Shibaev’s number with a trembling hand. Hearing his voice, she almost sobbed with relief: “Take me away from here”... Shibaev drove the car, choosing deserted streets away from the city center. He was in Posadovka twenty-four minutes after Inga’s call. Dispelling bad feelings, he ran towards the trees. There was no one there... Shibaev began to call Inga, almost knowing that everything was in vain, not wanting to believe that something terrible and unexpected had happened...