In postwar Moscow, in a luxurious apartment filled with trophy porcelain, a murdered jeweler lies dead. On his temple—an neat little hole. On the table—stacks of money and gold jewelry. And it never occurs to anyone that…
THIS IS REVENGE.
The killer took not a single kopeck. He took only a life. And this is already the fifth corpse with the same calling card—an ideal shot to the temple. All the victims are speculators who profited from the people’s misfortune. And in the city operates…
AN INVISIBLE REVENGER.
The investigation is led by Arkady Nikitin, a MUR investigator, but in the directorate they consider the case a dead end—“they’re to blame themselves, scoundrels.” Yet Nikitin, a limping veteran, feels differently. He knows that behind every shot there is a truth of its own. Much of that is because he himself went through the hell of war and…
LIVES BY THE LAWS OF HONOR…
The only lead is a faint scent of expensive perfume in the bathroom and a suddenly appeared daughter of the victim, the beautiful Varvara. To get to the killer, Nikitin must find the delicate line between truth and lies. And his main question is no longer “who?”—but:
IS THE ONE WHO KILLS RIGHT?