“– Val, and Val! – Zheka called in an ingratiating voice. - Maybe you would like a cola? With ice, eh? – Don’t interfere! - police captain Mehrengin muttered. - Just caught the thought... - It’s necessary, it’s so hot! – Zheka Toptunov, friend and partner, sighed. – It’s simply incomprehensible that in our northern city it’s so hot... No one answered Zheka, and he didn’t expect it. There was no one in the room except the two of them, only they, the unfortunate captains, had the difficult fate of being on duty on this sunny, excessively hot day off in July...”