Han Ong
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At nine o'clock one morning in June, Captain Popov rang the doorbell.
No one answered for a long time, but finally he heard the sound of scurrying.
A plaintive female voice said.
The door opened a crack the chain left on.
Sivtev and Emelianenko shifted their weight, itching to start, finish, and get out of there as fast as they could.
They were incompetent boys.
Popov pushed his ID through the crack in the door.
He heard more scurrying, and then it finally opened.
The witness, one of their own from the municipal housing office, stomped in first.
"'Does Boris Ivanovich Muratov live here?'
Muratov flashed into the room immediately, a large bearded man of around forty in a blue robe that might have been velvet.
"'We don't make robes like that here,' Popov thought with disgust.
"'Where do they get this stuff?'
Your passport, please, Popov said.
Just then, Muratov's wife came out in a matching blue robe.
Familiarize yourself with this document, please, Popov said and held out the search warrant.
He wouldn't let Muratov hold it, forcing him to study it from a distance.