Dressed to Kill. - assassination-

An elderly, bizarrely dressed woman entered the first entrance of the house on the corner of Mykilsko-Botanichna and Pankivska streets. Her lush hairdo, large sunglasses, and velvet hoodie that almost dragged on the ground contrasted sharply with the large sack.

The woman went up to the top floor. She unlocked the attic door. She took off her hoodie, wig, and glasses. The first act of the masquerade is over.

The man took off his thin cashmere coat and hung it on a nail on the rafter. Then he took a large double violin case out of his bag. There were violin, and viola, wrapped in velvet shawls. He pressed a secret trigger in its case. The toolbox rose. From the double bottom, the man began to get the disassembled sniper rifle.

He was a pro. So he did everything slowly. Moving like a cat he approached the window in the roof. He starting waiting patiently. The porch of the Institute of Psychology was visible through the sight.

The defense of the doctoral dissertation "Psychological features of decision-making on investing in the Ukrainian economy" ended at the specialized council on management psychology. The successful doctoral student discreetly thanked the members of the Academic Council, opponents, the reviewer, and everyone present and invited them to a banquet at Leonardo at 7 p.m.

First, the guards came out on the porch. A Mercedes cube drove up quickly. There was an object of protection with logistics behind. Puff! The legs of the new doctor of psychology swayed and he fell back with the whole mass of his heavy body. No one heard the shot.
The bullet entered the corner of his right eye near his nose.
The shooter quickly, but without fuss, disassembled the gun and placed it in a secret section of the case. He took a feathered felt hat from a sack and put a hoodie, a wig, and glasses into it. He put on his hat and coat, adjusted his bow tie, hung his case behind his back, and picked up his bag. He went out and locked the door. He opened the manhole. He threw the key and bag there. He moved calmly down. I stopped on the second floor. He took a case out of his inside pocket and took glasses from there in an expensive frame with smoky filters.

At the door, he was almost knocked down by two of the victim's bodyguards, who rushed up the stairs to the attic. Mykilsko-Botanichna was blocked. There were three police cars, an ambulance, a cube, several outlanders.

man in cashmere coat was already turning up Pankivska when he was told: "Man, stop!". The man stopped and looked half-turned at the caller. It was a short-haired duck. Someone from the bodyguards' team.

- Show me your case!
- Excuse me, what happened? Who are you?
- Who, who! Horse in a coat. My boss was killed. Open your case!
- O, God! What do I have in the case? Violin, viola, bows.
- Show me, because I'm nervous.


The man slowly removed the case from behind, squatted down, put it on his knee, and opened it. The bodyguard stared at musical instruments.


- Fine. Sorry to bother you. Here it is.
- What happened? Did they kill someone?
- My boss. Sniper, son of a bitch!
- I'm so sorry. Maybe the killer is somewhere nearby?


The guard did not answer.