The Evolution of Murder

His family life cracked. His wife kicked him out of the apartment. He had to go to the country house. There he met Inga – his wife's sister. Word for word. A bottle of cognac. A stormy night… In the morning, officers from the investigative committee barged in. His wife was brutally murdered last night. A knife with traces of her blood was found in his car. Inga had vanished without a trace. All the evidence is against him. No chances… He had no other option but to go on the run. He must find the killer himself. The bloody trail led to a slaughterhouse, and then – to an abandoned military base.

There, where trucks rusted under the gray sky, some tanks with deflated wheels, tractors and trailers, he found Inga.

And another person who loved her. Loved her to the point of oblivion, almost as passionately and fervently as the act of murder itself…