Time: 20:30. Location: Oleksandr Onyshchenko's home.
Thursday night. A shadow takes a shortcut from the woods to reach the mansion. It crosses over the wall, contorting itself in such a way as to avoid brushing against the barbed wires. It lands in the grass.
Rahaman patrols around the fountain, letting out a loud yawn that evidences fatigue and listlessness. The policeman catches a silhouette from the corner of his eye, turns and points the flashlight at the mansion's entrance. One side of the yellow tape blocking the way to the double doors lies on the ground. Rahaman scratches his temple with a finger, assumes it must have been the wind and goes to the porch to arrange the tape by tying it to a pillar.