The fog of time has finally lifted from a most heinous crime that once chilled the blood of the good folk of Kurgan. For four decades, a dark secret lay buried beneath layers of construction debris, but the law, though slow, is relentless. The authorities have at last cast their net over one Roman Zastavsky, a man whose soul is as black as the soot of a London slum, a recidivist who has left a trail of gore from Perm to Kaluga.

Let us recount the tragedy. It was the evening of the second of May, in the year of our Lord 1984. A poor waitress, a simple soul working in a local establishment, stepped out from the warmth of the restaurant and vanished into the night as if swallowed by the earth. The constabulary searched, the detectives puzzled, but the culprit vanished like a ghost in the smog. The case grew cold, the files gathered dust, and it seemed the villain had found his luck—his 'fort', as the street-rats would say.

But mark how the wheel of fate turns! In a marvel of modern science—which would make even the great Sherlock Holmes marvel—the biological remnants of the crime were re-examined. The genetic evidence pointed a trembling finger directly at Zastavsky. The rogue was not hiding in some wretched rookery, but was already rotting in a penal colony in the Chelyabinsk region, serving time for his other blood-soaked deeds.

It is alleged that this monster lured the innocent girl away, violated her, and strangled the life from her with a leather belt, all for the sake of a few paltry gold trinkets. A wretched act of greed and lust!

Now, the prisoner has been transported in irons, escorted by the guards to the Kurgan jail, to answer for his sins. The case is closed, the evidence is weighed, and the court shall now decide the fate of this seasoned criminal. The shadow of the noose looms large over a man who thought he had cheated the hangman for forty long years.