To me vengeance, I will repay

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– Milutin, Milutin?’ The notary’s assistant, pale as an angelic shadow, with brightly painted lips and thickly tinted eyes, wrinkled her convex forehead and suddenly exclaimed joyfully, ‘I remember! We had Milutin two weeks ago. He

was so funny and disheveled. I thought he wasn’t himself. His eyes were running and his hands were shaking. He was making a will.

– And what is the record that the will was notarized and the state duty was paid?

– Of course, in the civil registry. He wasn’t alone, by the way-this crazy guy. He had a lawyer with him, a flamboyant one, trying to calm him down.

– And why did you, dear Oksana, think he was a lawyer?

– And he called himself that. As if it were a privilege.

– Isn’t that him, by any chance?” Andrew took out his smartphone and showed the girl the photo of Orlovsky.

– He, he,’ she exhaled happily, and looked at the detective in surprise, ‘Only our crazy man is hardly the hero you are looking for. Yours died in Kamchatka, and made his will several years ago. You should make a written request to all the notary’s offices and wait for an answer.

***

All night long, Anna was catching mice. That’s easy to say, catching mice. It’s not an easy thing to do, and like any job, it requires a lot of intelligence. Try to get the information you need from the darkest corners of the Internet, the web of information flows, where it is easy to get lost, constantly moving the mouse on the table and looking at the numbers and lines on the monitor. But Anna is no stranger to looking for a needle in a haystack. She hacked into one website, hacked into another, went through the firewall, and got her way – she found out everything the big government people knew about him: where he was born, who he married, who he sued, what he was good for in this life.

His whole life appeared to her in the form of dry facts of his very unremarkable biography on the monitor screen. It turned out that Pronyakin’s real

surname was Gorodov, he was born on April 1 in Kostroma, and he spent his childhood in Moscow. His father served in the police, and his mother taught art at the Stroganov School. After finishing the 8th grade he entered a technical college, qualified as a car mechanic, and then got a job at a car dealership as a salesman and consultant. Married, left his wife and child. Since 1984 he was wanted by the

police for fraud. He borrowed five and a half thousand roubles from a friend of his, promising he would buy him a car without waiting in line, using his connections in the car dealership. But the friend never saw the money or the car.

In 1986, he was sentenced to three years of suspended imprisonment with confiscation of property and compulsory labor for fraud, serving his sentence at construction sites in the Yaroslavl region. He was released early for good behavior. He settled down in Yaroslavl, opened a cooperative for recycling recyclables and a construction firm that manufactured wooden log structures.

In 1991 he moved to Moscow and married the widow of the owner of the first cooperative bank in the USSR, taking her last name. A year later he was widowed. And after that unfortunate event, his biography consisted entirely of a series of marriages and funerals. And each time he changed his last name, marrying under the last name of his wife.

He became a relatively recent Pronyakin, just three years ago, having inherited two apartments, a country house in Rublyovka and a chain of massage parlors after the death of his last wife, which he immediately sold to a well-known thief in law, with whom his wife had a conflict of interest.

The wife’s parents did not believe that their daughter had died accidentally and suddenly, and appealed to the prosecutor’s office to investigate the causes of her death, accusing the new widower of organizing the murder of his wife in order to take over her property. Anna was not even too lazy to find out the name of the investigator who tried to handle the case: he still worked in the prosecutor’s office.

“We should talk to him,” Anna decided, “it’s amazing that no one has yet seen the obvious connection between all these deaths. They are not accidental. And every time Pronyakin got away with it. How is that possible?”

If it is clear to Anna that Pronyakin is a marriage swindler and swindler who skillfully manipulates people, then it is completely unclear why he changed his last name with amazing tenacity, as if he wanted to start life anew. “Zero in on my

past? Start all over again? But why, if the goal was still the same – to cheat himself of someone else’s good? But he was a child, just like me: he went to school and studied the code of the builder of communism,’ she wondered, ‘what made him become such an outrageous scoundrel? Was it money? He gave up his son so as

not to burden himself with unnecessary worries on the road to enrichment.

Anna is convinced that the change of surnames is not accidental, that there is some secret behind it. “What are you hiding, Heifetz-Tverdokhlebov-Izyumov- Larin-Osmurkin-Pronyakin, honored widower and experienced catcher of women’s hearts? What do you live for? What is your purpose, what do you seek?”

Anna took her eyes off the monitor and looked out the window to see that the night had passed and it was morning. It’s 8:00 a.m., and it’s time to make a call. Anna finds the right number in her phone’s “contacts” folder and makes the call.