This is the second part of the trilogy (the first is “An Incident in Kropotkinsky Lane”). An honest book written on documentary material from the work of detectives. There are no “spreading cranberries” or far-fetched situations here. Everything is reliable and professional. The truth, and only the truth. However, poignant moments during the work of law enforcement officers are inevitable, which makes reading this book exciting and tense. “I, the detective…” is about the police of the pre-perestroika years, with its successes and bitter losses. A book about the police that we lost.