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Draken inserts the key into the door of Sano’s apartment and goes inside. Right from the doorstep, he notices that there is no winter jacket on the hangers, no shoes either, which means that the partner is definitely not at home since yesterday. Ken took off his shoes and went into his best friend’s room, examined every item on his shelf and in the closet and noticed that his cigarettes were lying on his desk. And, knowing full well that Manjiro leaves them in sight only if he intends to go out for a short time. The habit of hiding something like this since childhood.
It turns out that he should have been home a long time ago. Something definitely happened.

— Please tell me a little about the latest events in your house. Was there someone on the landing? — Ken moves away from the door of the resident of the entrance of the murdered girls, an old woman, who is open for him.
— Oh, yes, someone goes to these prostitutes all the time! However, recently some woman came, there were some noises in the apartment, as if something was falling. But it’s not surprising, they’re like pigs thumping there and dropping everything! — Granny confirms her speech with a synchronous nod. — And a youngster from the lower floor pissed all the walls! And he smokes right at the entrance! No, well, this is completely arrogant, you’ll forgive me! And why don’t you deal with anything? You don’t care about ordinary people! — Stamp with your foot. — And you suck the oligarchs and the authorities! But in my time everything was different!
Ken had a headache from such a load on his poor soul. Too much of this granny.
— Wait! Quiet! I’m asking you about something else!
— And what to wait for, granddaughter? While you deign to catch the tomboy?! Yes, there is no peace in this world! At least let me die in peace, since you can’t do anything!
The elderly woman slammed the door, and Ken remained standing for a couple of minutes in disbelief.
Although he received a voluminous load on his brain, he was able to filter out the information and therefore decided to visit the apartment of the murdered girls again.
He went inside and went into the most cluttered room in the apartment — the living room, which was turned over the most. Squatting down and shoveling garbage with his hands, Ken managed to find a pair of thin strands of black hair that were not particularly long, but clearly feminine. It means that some woman definitely came here and forgot to clean up such obviously bright traces.