“That dead man in the cove, a few feet away from me, as far as could be seen, was stuck under a rotten pier. His arms were outstretched, his legs were swinging on the water - someone noticed that he looked like Christ... By the time I returned to the shore, they had just filled two black rubber body bags, zipped them up and were now putting the bags into the ambulance that had arrived. . The corpse disappeared, disappeared in these bags. In parts, I suppose. I didn't know for sure. “A bag for each. More honor,” someone said. For each what? Hands? Legs?” A drowned man was discovered under the old pier. What is it - an accident or murder? How is the old tramp connected with the famous reporter and the Russian mafia? An old friend of policeman Artem Cohen claims that he should have been in the place of the murdered man. Artie gets down to business, not imagining what tangle of secrets he has to unravel. Some threads stretch far into the past, and Artie will have to choose again...