A person who loves the rain - стр. 12

– "I’m coming," Mikhail grumbled and walked to the door. He looked through the peephole.

A man in a prosecutor's uniform stood there, holding a folder.

– Yes?

– My name is Alexey Martynov, I'm a senior investigator from the prosecutor's office… – with these words, he pulled out his ID.

– Come in – invited Mikhail.

– Is it Ksyusha? – shouted his wife from the kitchen.

– No, honey… It's the prosecutor's office!

– Oh my God! – a slender woman, around 40, with thick hair tucked under a scarf, appeared before Alexey. She wiped her hands on a towel and approached, eyeing the unexpected guest.

– Alexey Martynov.

– Anastasia… Sergeyevna – she held her gaze on him. She had large, expressive brown eyes, a well-proportioned face, and a slim figure. Beneath her apron was a fashionable dress, and she wore high-heeled shoes.

Alexey said he had an important message and suggested they sit down. They went to the next room, but Mikhail soon left as the children were making more and more noise.

– This is unexpected… – she was shocked by the news of the discovery and threw the towel onto a chair.

– Anastasia Sergeyevna…

– Just call me Nastya – she interrupted him.

– Alright. Nastya, you'll need to come for an identification, but I'd like to ask a few questions to clarify the cause of his death.

– Oh, Alexey… Sorry, what’s your patronymic?

– I respond to anything…

She appreciated the joke, and at that moment, it was somehow timely, given that this news came just before the arrival of guests… it was necessary to soften the blow somehow.

– Alexey, he wasn’t a pleasant person, he was friends with some Peter… Skrinnik, I think his surname was, but I sometimes talk to his daughter, we call each other, though she doesn’t visit us, we didn’t become friends. Our fathers were in prison together.

– I’ve been to her place, and we found her father too…

– Ah! Well, then there’s nothing more to discuss, right? I’m the daughter from his first marriage, and soon after, Dad met another woman and decided to leave my mother. I must say she was a good person, and Dad changed for the better with her… You know, Dad was like a beast, but she tamed the beast, and he looked at her like a miracle… In short, my dad lost his head and… fell in love. But that lady… she couldn’t forget her old love, and he suspected she was running back to him… I have her photo somewhere, just to make things clearer.