Character: Neil Besson

When tragedies occur, many people rush to the police, shoulder their problems on the shoulders of detectives and wait for them to get rid of instantly, as if they have some kind of magic. Superflair. But, unfortunately or fortunately, detectives are the same people. And we do not have an almighty genie or a magic wand in our caches. We unravel the plans of criminals, relying only on our intelligence and ingenuity, but sometimes it happens that the villain is much more cunning and resourceful. There are a small number of bandits endowed with genius abilities.

This is the great secret, magic of women - wherever they come, they manage to restore order and comfort.

Very often, when some time passes, you meet your old love. In the soul immediately begin to tremble the strings belonging to this particular person, but looking closely, you notice that the girl whom you loved madly is no more. Perhaps it did not exist initially, but you yourself invented it and transferred the image to a living person? Whatever it was, you are feverishly looking for everything that made you at one time howl at the moon, but you see in front of you only the twin of your past lover: she has the same cut of eyes and color, the same hand movements, but only.

- I wonder if one detective kills another because the second cop refused to speak intelligibly, will he be acquitted?
- Executed!

No? It is easy to blame circumstances, society, and more, but this is not true. Trick. An attempt to remove the guilt from the soul for his breakdown, to justify himself to himself, no more. At some point, people stop resisting, pulling their hand away from a bottle or bag of drugs, and in fact turn into observers, only this happens to them. And it is their choice not to resist.

All the events of the past belong only to him. And it, like an ardent proprietor, does not let go of its prey, so there is no need to even think of regaining some link in life in order to correct it.

Are you now in Scotland Yard?
- Where else? Just there. The plot is like a jealous wife: and makes sure that they do not go to the left.

We, detectives, cannot plunge into the sea of someone's pain every time, otherwise we will simply drown in other people's tears.