Self-discovery

“Yes… well, he's a relative of Krivoshein's. He's a student from Kharkov University, and they sent us fifteen people in the winter for a year's practical work. And Krivoshein made him an assistant in his lab through nepotism. But why should we object? We're all human — “

“Enough, Harry Haritonovich,” Azarov cut him off.

“I see,” Onisimov nodded. “Tell me, aside from Kravets, did the deceased have any relatives?”

“What can I tell you, Matvei Apollonovich?” Hilobok sighed deeply. “Officially, no, but unofficially, he was visited by a woman here. I don't know if she's his fiancee, or what. Her name is Elena Ivanovna Kolomiets, and she works in a neighboring construction design bureau, a nice woman — “

“I see. You're on top of things around here, I see.” Onisimov laughed as he headed for the door.

A minute later he was back with a camera and directed the exposure meter at the corner.

“The laboratory will have to be sealed during the investigation. The body will be sent to the coroner for an autopsy. The people in charge of the funeral will have to contact him.” The detective went to the corner and picked up the cloth that was covering Krivoshein's body. “Please move away from the window. There'll be more light. Actually, I do not need to keep you any longer, comrades, please forgive the trouble — “

He paled and pulled up the cloth in a single move. Under it lay a skeleton! A yellow puddle was spreading around it, retaining a blurred caricature of a body's outline.

“Oh!” Hilobok exclaimed and backed out onto the porch.

Arkady Arkadievich felt his knees buckle and held on to the wall. The detective was methodically folding the oilcloth and staring at the skeleton, which was smiling a mocking thirty — toothed grin. A lock of dark red hair silently fell from the skull into the puddle,

“I see,” Onisimov muttered. Then he turned to Azarov and looked disapprovingly into the wide eyes behind the rectangular lenses. “Fine goings — on here, comrade director.”

Chapter 2

“What can you say in your defense?”

“Well, you see — “

“Enough! Shoot him. Next!”

— A conversation

Actually, Investigator Onisimov didn't see anything yet; the expression was a linguistic hangover from better days. He had tried to break himself of the habit, but couldn't. Besides that, Matvei Apollonovich was preoccupied and very upset by such a turn of events. A half hour before the call from the Institute of Systemology, Zubato, the medical examiner on duty with him that night, had been called to a highway accident outside of town. Onisimov had to go to the institute alone. And he ended up with a skeleton instead of a warm corpse. Nothing like this had ever been encountered in criminology. Nobody would believe that the body turned into a skeleton on its own — he'd be a laughing stock. The ambulance had left already, and so they couldn't back him up. And he hadn't had time to photograph the body.

In a word, what had happened seemed like nothing more than a series of serious oversights in the investigation. That's why he made sure he had written statements from Prakhov, the technician, and academician Azarov before he left the institute grounds.

The electrical technician Georgii Danilovich Prakhov, twenty years old, Russian, unmarried, draftable, and not a Party member, wrote:

“When I entered the laboratory, the overhead light was on; only the power network was disrupted. The stench in the room was so bad that I almost threw up — it was like a hospital. The first thing that I noticed was a naked man lying in an overturned tank, his head and arms dangling, with a metallic contraption on his head. Something was leaking out of the tub; it looked like a thick ichor. The other one, a new student (I've seen him around), was lying nearby, face up, his arms outspread. I rushed over to the one in the tub and pulled him out. He was still warm and very slippery, so that I couldn't get a good grip on him. I tried to awaken him, but he seemed dead. I recognized him. It was Valentin Vasilyevich Krivoshein. I had run into him often at the institute. We always said hello. The student was breathing, but remained unconscious. Since there is no one at the institute except for the outside guards, I called an ambulance and the police on the laboratory phone.

“The temporary short circuit had occurred in the power cable that goes to the laboratory electroshield along the wall in an aluminum pipe. The tub broke a bottle that apparently contained acid which ate through in that spot and the cable shorted out like a second — class conductor.”

Zhora wisely left out the fact that he did not investigate the scene of the accident until an hour after the alarm had gone off.