“...It was a long melody, so darkness reigned in the living room for several more minutes. Once someone, snoring, passed very close to me, but since I was sitting on the floor, he did not find me. Finally the music ended and soon the lights came on in the room. What we saw looked more like a scene from a horror movie than holiday reality. Galina was lying face down on the floor, almost in the middle of the room. Her black hair fanned out across the carpet, her arms were along her body, one of them was unnaturally twisted. A dark scarlet stain, the color of blood, spread across the red wool of the jacket. In the center of this bloody stain was the handle of a knife sticking out. The same knife that Slava the Cook used to cut the goose. No one made a sound; I saw Avdeeva raise her palm to her mouth, as if driving back the scream that was ready to burst from her chest. At that moment, the door to the living room swung open, and Anton said in a cheerful voice: “Did you order champagne?”