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For 15 years, Pavel worked quietly at a crematorium—until one day, a note changed everything.
Tucked under the hand of 78-year-old Nina Andreyevna was a message: “If you’re reading this, I wasn’t crazy. He killed me. My son. For the apartment.”
Pavel stopped the cremation and called police. Tests revealed Nina had been drugged. Her son, already preparing to sell her home, eventually confessed.
Thanks to one final plea and Pavel’s careful eye, the truth came to light. “Sometimes,” Pavel said, “the dead speak. We just have to listen.”
