“...The corpse of a young man dressed in an unbuttoned camouflage overalls lay on the growing meadow grass after mowing near a large haystack... On a striped vest, tightly fitting the powerful chest of the victim, a large chain with a gold cross of impressive size glittered. The fingers of his lifelessly outstretched right hand were decorated with a gold ring and a massive ring...” The constant heroes of Mikhail Chernenko’s detective novels - Anton Biryukov, Slava Golubev and their colleagues - this time had more than enough criminal mysteries.