“... From somewhere unknown, a lanky male figure appeared right in front of the hood. Loktev pressed the brake pedal with his foot as hard as he could and turned the steering wheel to the right. For a moment, I saw very close a pale man’s face, distorted with horror.... There was a savory bang... ...A dark street, a hit pedestrian... The driver is fleeing the scene, trying to cover his tracks. And, of course, they take it lukewarm. And then a short investigation, a speedy trial, a fair verdict. And yet. For some reason the investigation is being delayed. The case materials are moving from the local police department to Petrovka. Moore's detective with unexpected zeal begins to investigate the circumstances of the already solved crime. Something is wrong here. Ends don't meet..."