One thousand seven hundred ninety three. The story of a murder (№ 377765)

Monster born a monster. You can't even imagine how happy I am that he would not leave offspring. In a long line of monsters, which most likely stretches back to the dawn of humanity, I'll be the last. My greatest wish is that on the gravestone, at least in brackets, wrote: "He left no progeny." In the high court it will certainly be regarded as a virtue.