Медовый траур

Posle gibeli zheny i docheri komissar Sharko slomlen. Bessonnit͡sa, raskai͡anie, skorbʹ... Rabotatʹ v takikh obstoi͡atelʹstvakh rakti cheski nevozmozhno. No novye sobytii͡a zastavli͡ai͡ut ego rezko vernutʹ si͡a k realʹnosti: v t͡serkvi naĭdeno telo zhenshchiny. Nad nim letai͡ut babochki. Trup vygli͡adit stranno: nigde ni edinogo voloska, vse sbri to, a vnutrennie organy slovno vzorvany. Pokhozhe, ubiĭt͡sa - li͡ubitelʹ golovolomok, gotovyĭ prichini͡atʹ zhertve muki, rasschityvai͡a ikh s i͡uvelirnoĭ tochnostʹi͡u. I on i͡avno ne sobiraetsi͡a ostanavlivatʹsi͡a na dostignutom. Dli͡a Sharko ėto rassledovanie nosit osobennyĭ, lichnyĭ kharakter: ono vedet v glubiny chelovecheskoĭ dushi - dushi ubiĭt͡sy... i ego sobstvennoĭ.

After the death of his wife and daughter Commissioner Charcot broken. Insomnia, remorse, sorrow... to Work in such circumstances, racti cally impossible. But new events make him sharply back to reality Xia: in the Church found the woman's body. Over him butterflies. The corpse looks strange: there was not a single hair, all sbri, and internal organs like blown up. It seems that the killer is a fan of puzzles, ready to cause the meal-offering, counting them with a jeweler's precision. And he is clearly not going to stop there. For Charcot this investigation is of special, personal: it leads into the depths of the human soul — the soul of the killer... and his own.