Summer is for rest. Besides, for everyone—even the police. That’s why Tsar Pea, after sending our entire operations group to rest in the village, sincerely hoped that there we would be sunbathing, swimming, drinking fresh milk, and breathing fresh air… But, as the immortal Sherlock Holmes used to say, “the most terrible crimes are committed precisely in quiet and remote little places”…
And now, on the table, you can already see the salt poisoned by Koshchei! The mermaids are darting in the rivers, trying to prevent the future evil! People disappear, intrigues are woven, and a mysterious man in black presses the trigger, aiming at the police badge!
Well, what a lovely rest in a Russian village… They bury me twice, and I haven’t even had time to get married yet! Not good, citizens…