James was out for an early morning stroll with his dog Hamish. The dog started barking loudly.
James called out to Hamish, “Come here boy!” but the dog ignored him and went in leaps and bounds down the cliff. James had to sprint to catch up with him.
Reaching the bottom of the cliff the dog started barking loudly again. James dashed after Hamish to see what he had found; and lo and behold, on the jagged rocks below was a body bent and twisted and covered in blood. Crabs were crawling over its face.
James couldn’t believe what Hamish had found. Had the man fallen off the cliff or was it murder? Should James touch the body to see if there were any gunshot or knife wounds on it, or should he leave it to the police?
James decided to use his mobile phone and call 000. When the police answered, James described what he had found and where the body lay, 300 metres below the Ocean View car park. There were steps leading down the side of the cliff to where the body lay.
On arriving at the scene, Sergeant Alexander Bailey, the head sergeant of the Aberdeen Police Force, who had the face of a bull dog and a voice to match, partitioned the area off and proceeded to inspect the body. He roared in a loud gruff voice, “Get this mutt out of here!”
James called out loudly to Hamish, “Heel boy. Come here!” “HEEL, BOY!” he said in even a louder voice. Hamish slunk to James and sat down beside him. James patted him and said “Good boy!”
Sergeant Bailey searched through the man’s pockets and clothes for a wallet or credit cards, or for some other form of identification. After a thorough examination of the body, no identification could be found. He was therefore classed as a John Doe.
A forensic expert was called in to examine the body. He found a bullet hole in the man’s skull. He also found pine needles in the lining of his jacket, so therefore, he came to the conclusion that the man had been killed somewhere else and the body had then been brought back here and thrown over the cliff to make it look like an accident.
A Police Forensic Van was called to transport the body to the hospital mortuary for further examination.
Sergeant Bailey was very intimidating when speaking to James. He appeared to be suggesting that even though James found this body, that he may have had something to do with this poor man’s demise.
Sergeant Bailey began questioning James. “How come it was you who found the body?” “What were you doing down at the beach at this ungodly hour of the morning? Did you notice anyone else around that may have been acting suspiciously, or are YOU the murderer?”
The Sergeant packed his documents together and proceeded to head back to the station. “Don’t you leave town young fellow, I have more questions to ask you, you hear!”
James and Hamish left the scene of the crime and went walking further down the beach. All of a sudden Hamish pounced around and around like a wild dog.
“What’s up with you now dog?” asked James.
Hamish started digging in the wet sand. He frantically scratched and scratched. The sand was packing up behind him, and then lo and behold, something made of metal came into view.
“Goodness!” said James, “It’s a gun! This is evidence. We will have to get in touch with the police again!” “I don’t really like that Sergeant Bailey, but this being evidence, I will have to do the right thing. We don’t want to get into trouble by withholding evidence, do we Hamish?
James rang the police station to inform the Sergeant of what Hamish had dug up. This time Sergeant Bailey sent one of his Rookie constables out to see what James had found, as he didn’t think it was worth his time and effort to go. He imagined it was probably just a piece of driftwood or the likes.
Twenty minutes later the Rookie arrived, panting and out of breath. His eyes lit up with excitement when he saw what James and Hamish had found. He was sure it had to be the weapon that had killed the man on the beach. He immediately phoned his boss.
Sergeant Bailey answered the phone in his rough, gravelly voice. “What’s so darn important now, McDonald?” he roared.
“I think we have found the weapon that was used to murder the John Doe!” he replied. It was buried in the sand not more than two hundred metres from where the body was found!”
“I guess I’ll have to come and see for myself,” said the Sergeant, “I don’t really want to come, but I might have some questions to answer to my superiors, if I don’t go. Now don’t pick it up. I don’t want any fresh fingerprints on it.”
A short time later the Sergeant arrived at the beach. He came hurrying and scurrying across the sand to where James and Constable McDonald were standing.
“This weapon is not rusty at all. It hasn’t been near sea-water very long. There is only one chamber on the gun that has a bullet missing. This is very suspicious! It possibly could be the murder weapon we’re after! This could be an assassination that was done because of something he knew, or that he accidentally had seen! I will get this to the forensic laboratory immediately”
“James! What am I going to do with you and Hamish? I don’t want the pair of you messing up what could be vital police evidence! You will have to go home and stay at home. I will get your address and phone number and call you in for more questioning when I am ready. It still appears strange to me that your dog Hamish found the body and the weapon that may have killed this person!”
James stated, “Please Sir! I’m not a killer. I wouldn’t hurt a fly. As for Hamish, he’s just a youthful pup; he’s always scratching and digging in the back yard, finding things that have been buried for years.”
The Sergeant insisted, “Well, off you go you two, and don’t let me find you around here any time soon. When I need you for questioning, I will call you on the phone.”
James called Hamish to come to him and they both sadly headed home. How could a murder happen here in their town? The people in this town are all friendly, peace loving, law abiding people.
Arriving home, James brewed himself a cup of tea and poured out a cool drink of water for Hamish. He patted Hamish on the head saying, “What a clever doggie you are finding that body on the rocks and also finding that gun. The Sergeant thinks you’re a stupid mutt, but we know how sharp, clever and intelligent you really are, don’t we?”
Early the next morning the phone rang. James wondered who would be ringing at this early hour. He picked up the phone, put it to his ear and said, “Yes!”
Sure enough it was the gravelly voice of the Sergeant, demanding James come to the police station immediately for more questioning.
Arriving at the station, James could see that it was a shabby, neglected building. The paint was cracked and peeling. Some of the glass windows were cracked. Tufts of grass were growing between the cracks in the tiled footpath.
James was ushered into the interview room where he sat down and was straight away hit with a barrage of questions from the Sergeant. He practically accused James of being the murderer, without giving James a chance of explaining why he happened to be on the beach so early that morning.
Shivers ran up and down his spine.
“Now look here James!” said the Sergeant, “I don’t believe that you’re telling me the truth. I think you had a hand in this murder! Do you have any witnesses as to your whereabouts the night before last?”
“Of course I don’t have any witnesses. I live alone with my dog Hamish!” James replied. “I go to bed early at night and get up early in the morning and that’s when I take my dog for a walk. I’m just a loner; I don’t like mixing with people, so I just keep to myself!”
The Sergeant continued. “You look like a very suspicious character to me. You have shifty eyes, long untidy hair and dirty grimy fingernails!”
“I demand you tell the truth!” bellowed the Sergeant. “You want me to believe that you don’t leave the house, yet you go out for a walk every morning. How come your hands are so filthy?”
“I have soil under my fingernails because I am a landscape gardener. I have a potting shed in my back yard where I nurture all my young seedlings, then at a later date transplant them into larger pots or into customer’s gardens.”
“Who would believe that nonsense?” said Sergeant Bailey.
“Well, it’s the truth!” said James.
“Being a gardener you must come in contact with other people!” the Sergeant inquired.
“No Sir!” said James. “I have a regular clientele of customers who keep me busy. There is an elderly lady Vanessa Peabody who lives in town and goes out on senior citizen bus outings with her friends. She gives me a key to her green-house and potting shed so that I can do work for her while she is away. With my help, she has won many of Aberdeen’s ‘Best Garden Prizes’ within the district. I just love gardening; I always seem to make a good choice of flowers for the season and am gifted with having a green thumb!”
“Nonsense!” said the Sergeant. “I can’t believe that you want to be working on your own. All you young fellows like to get together and have a drink or two at the local pub. How come you don’t do that kind of thing?”
“I don’t drink alcohol!” said James “and I prefer my own company,”
“I am going to apply for a search warrant from the Judge, so I can search your house and potting shed and we’ll see if you are really squeaky clean!” the Sergeant grumbled in an accusing manner.
It was still quite early in the morning, so the Sergeant had to wait until nine for the judge’s signature.
At nine o’clock the judge was approached. After reading the police file, ad all the evidence gathered, he was eager enough to sign the search warrant.
Sergeant Bailey and the Rookie cop, Constable John McDonald went to James house. This was the first time young McDonald had been asked to act on a search warrant.
“Okay McDonald, you can go upstairs and start your search from there, I will start down here!” said the Sergeant.
“What am I looking for?” asked the Constable.
“Look for files and papers that might be in drawers. Desktop computers, laptop computers, tablets or anything that may look like it could hide any shady business dealings!” then turning around to James, he roared out. “I am going to search every nook and cranny of your house. If you have anything to hide we will find it, and you will feel the full force of the law thrown at you! I will have you behind bars before you can say Jack Robinson!”
Sergeant Bailey pulled drawers out and tipped the contents onto the table and onto the floor. He didn’t care about the mess. Papers were scattered everywhere. He wasn’t going to clean it up any way.
Then there was a shout from upstairs.
“Hey Sarge, I think I have found something on this laptop you might want to see!” yelled McDonald.
“What is it?” the Sergeant inquired.
“It is an email message sent to that foreign freighter ‘ElDorado’ that is moored in the harbour. You know? The one you said you had your suspicions about. The boat that arrives here once every month under cover of darkness and leaves the following day.”
“So what dirty little mess have we uncovered here?” asked the Sergeant, looking directly at James. “Come clean boy, you have been found out! What did the John Doe do to you, to get himself killed?”
James hung his head. He realized the game was up. He had forgotten about the laptop, never thought anybody would look there.
The Sergeant grabbed James by the arm and said. “You’re coming back to the station with me now for more questioning!” looking at the constable he said, “You continue the search McDonald, you are doing very well young man, let’s see what else you can find.”
James was handcuffed and taken back to the police station in a police car.
“This new evidence has now incriminated you and you can’t walk away from it.” growled the Sergeant. “Now, why did you kill the John Doe and what business affair have you got with the crew of that freighter moored in the harbour?”
I am now going to delve deep into your background and check out this Miss Peabody and any other person you say you garden for!” the Sergeant said in a threatening voice.
The Sergeant left the room and called Constable McDonald to his office. “Now McDonald, he said, “We haven’t got enough evidence to hold this young fellow yet, so I am letting him go for the time being. I want this guy James tailed twenty four hours of the day. I want you to take the first shift at watching him. Your surveillance shift will begin at six this evening until six in the morning. You came top of the class at the Police Academy. I know you have the ability because you showed me that clearly by finding that evidence on the laptop.”
“But Sarge! Can’t someone else do the night shift? I am not myself for three or four days later, if I don’t get my good eight hours sleep each night.”
The Sergeant came on louder with his gravelly voice. “I have elected you to do this job and it is not up for negotiation or discussion! This is part of what police work is about. You applied to join the police force, so now this is part of your job. I think James is lying through his teeth and up until now he has gotten away with it!”
“OK Sarge!” the rookie said reluctantly. “I’ll do my best.”
At this time James was released because of lack of evidence.
That night rookie McDonald watched James house, while staying well hidden, out of sight in the shadows. Sure enough, somebody approached the house, snuck around the back and came right up to the back door. They tapped on the door lightly. James opened the door slightly and the men began whispering to each other, not loud enough for Constable McDonald to hear what they were saying. He was about to make a move and get closer, when out of the shadows another person appeared wearing a black wet suit and a black ski mask.
“Crikey! Constable McDonald whispered to himself under his breath, “What’s going on here? This guy is supposed to be a loner yet people are coming and going all hours of the night.”
The first visitor handed James a large heavy box. There was an exchange of an envelope and a shake of hands and the first visitor disappeared into the darkness.
James took the box into the house. There was a shuffle of tissue paper as James appeared to be checking to make sure the contents in the box were not damaged.
The second visitor dressed all in black, came out of the shadows and slowly wandered off down the road.
A short time passed and James came out of the house carrying the large heavy box and headed towards his potting shed. Placing the box on a table, James then returned to the house and turned the lights out. Everything was quiet.
The constable thought this would be a good time to check on the contents in that box.
Opening the door to the potting shed he crept in and turned his flashlight on. The box was filled with Terra Cotta and ceramic gardening pots with a huge amount of tissue paper to prevent damage of pots rubbing against each other.
“What is so suspicious about this?” he thought. He turned his flashlight off and proceeded to leave the potting shed quietly. Then, in the darkness he accidently tripped over a metal watering can. Clang! Bang! Crash!
Then inside the house Hamish began barking, barking and barking, waking up the whole neighbourhood.
Mc Donald climbed to his feet and made a dash down the road, not stopping until he reached home.
It was a very eventful night for Constable McDonald, but he wasn’t going back to James house, not tonight anyway, even if he hadn’t finished his full twelve hour shift.
9.00am McDonald returned to the station and reported his night’s episode to the Sergeant.
“Ah ha!” said Sergeant Bailey, “I knew he was up to something no good, but I wonder why somebody else was there stalking him. If he is just a gardener, what could he have that is so precious? I wonder what else was in that big box.”
“I don’t really know Sarge.” Said McDonald, “But as he left James house he appeared to cross the road and go down that steep cliff at Cameron Cove.”
“That’s the link!” said the Sergeant. “He probably had a dingy on the beach, in the cove and rows from the freighter to shore and back again. That’s how he comes and goes without being seen! We will have to work out a plan and set a trap for when the freighter comes into the harbour again!”
James would be very irate if he knew that a rookie cop and a stalker had been watching his every move.
Constable McDonald was feeling quite pleased with himself. It was because of his effort and good police work that this puzzle with James was beginning to unravel. Then the Sergeant hit him with, “Because of your good work dealing with this case McDonald, I am sure you will be happy to cover the night surveillance duties for the next few nights, or up until this murder case is cracked!”
James told the Sergeant that he was a loner and had very few friends. Unknown to the police, James did have friends. Many of them well to do, friends in high places of society. Some of his friends were the owners of Jewellery shops and classy up market ladies accessory businesses in Aberdeen, Glasgow and London.
The next few nights were very quiet and uneventful. There was a full moon and the sky was clear. James had gotten in touch with Captain Bligh of the
ElDorado to be alert because the police were getting suspicious. The Captain and James created a coded alphabet which they used when sending messages. If the messages were ever found, they would be unreadable.
Two weeks passed before the ElDorado returned to Aberdeen and moored off shore in the bay. It was a cloudy, foggy, overcast night, ideal for their underhanded activities.
James was eager to get another shipment soon as possible. He had buyers waiting.
Sergeant Bailey was informed that the freighter ElDorado had returned and was moored in the bay.
“It’s time we caught these criminals red handed. Maybe they are bringing in illegal aliens, maybe its drugs they are dealing in; anyhow, tonight we will know.” The Sergeant assured his men.
He had his men strategically positioned above the headland at Cameron Cove.
The night was pitch black. Visibility was no more than twenty metres, but the police were ready to catch their man.
One of the new recruits came running down the road. “Where is the Sergeant, I just saw a man sneaking into James back yard with a heavy box in his arms?”
The Sergeant said, “How did he get passed us? We had the whole cove covered!”
“I saw him coming up from another cove further along.” Said the recruit.
“The cheeky devil!” said the Sergeant. “Let’s get back to James’s house and see if we can catch the sailor before he leaves. With a bit of luck we may catch them in the act, doing a deal.”
Arriving at James house, they could see someone in James potting shed. The shed was dimly lit, but they could see it was James opening a large box.
The Sergeant and Constable McDonald barged straight in.
Caught you in the act, haven’t we.” Yelled the Sergeant. “Smuggling drugs into Scotland!’
There are no drugs.” Replied James, “it’s just some Terra Cotta gardening pots. Have a look for yourself!” said James.
The Sergeant picked up one of the vases and carefully looked it over.
“Just ceramic vases!” Exclaimed the Sergeant. “No drugs?”
“No drugs!” replied James.
But as the Sergeant turned the vase over, Constable McDonald noticed a false bottom in the vase. “Whoooah!” said McDonald, let’s have another look at the bottom of that vase?”
Just then James head dropped. He knew he needed to do some swift talking now.
“Let me check that out!” said McDonald, “It has tissue paper squeezed into that small hole, wait a minute, I think I felt something hard in the tissue!” On further examination, unravelling the tissue paper a stone fell into the palm of his hand.
He handed it to the Sergeant; “A bit more light over here please!” asked the Sergeant. “Hey! It’s red, it looks like a ruby. Let’s see what is in the rest of these vases!”
There were ten Terra Cotta vases with two or three rubies in each vase.
“This is a great result!” said the Sergeant. “Smuggling gems into Great Britain is a crime. The people that are doing this are avoiding paying import duties.
“Constable, arrest this man James and read him his rights. Now, I want half a dozen of you men to get down to Conrad Cove and arrest that man from the ElDorado before he reaches the freighter.”
Alas, as the police approached Conrad Cove beach, they could see the man climbing up the side of the ship and onto the deck.
“Have you got the money?” Captain Bligh asked his seaman mate.
“Yes Captain.” Said First mate Moriarty. “The money is all here, no problems!”
Taking hold of the leather case with the money, he patted his first mate on the shoulder. “Thanks mate, job well done.”
Meanwhile back at the police station, Sergeant Bailey was questioning James. “I want you to tell me everything now. The rubies, the murder, the lot.”
“I don’t know anything about the murder of that John Doe. Hamish and I found him on those rocks at the bottom of the cliff and that’s all.” James protested.
“Okay! We’ll leave that for the time being. What’s the story about the rubies?” the Sergeant asked.
“Yes! Well, I’m not naming names,” said James, “but I have a lot of friends in the jewellery business who were finding it hard to get hold of good, genuine precious stones, especially rubies. I knew of a Sultan in the Middle East who had an stock-pile of precious gems and he wanted to sell some of them off. We agreed on a price and it evolved from there. I would buy the rubies at an agreed price and I would sell them to my clientele, who were always waiting for a share of each shipment that arrived. These jewellers would put the stones in gold or silver settings and create exquisite rings, earrings, or set them in a necklace or bracelet. As the stones passed down the line, each person along the chain made a modest profit. Like I said before, I am not naming names, so don’t ask.”
James continued, “Being a gardener, I only get a very meagre wage. By buying and selling the rubies gave my income a real boost. I have been able to buy nice clothes, frequent posh restaurants and buy a very flash motor vehicle.”
Sergeant Bailey said “We now have enough evidence to lock you up, even without you admitting to your part in the smuggling racket.”
Sergeant Bailey asked Constable McDonald to meet him in his office. “I am inclined to believe James about the part that he played in the ruby smuggling business. But now we still have two things to solve. The first one is who is the murderer of the John Doe? The second is, who was stalking James and why?”
Constable McDonald was not enjoying his job doing the surveillance every night. It has been three weeks now. He felt it was boring, boring, boring.
He was also finding it difficult to sleep in the daytime. If it wasn’t for the birds chirping early in the morning, the cars and trucks roaring by tooting, the dogs barking at anything and everything and now it’s the lawn mowers blasting away all day long. Its marvellous how after a light shower of rain, everybody has to mow their lawn.
The following evening Constable McDonald reluctantly, took over the night surveillance shift again. The only person he saw that looked a bit out of place was that guy wearing the black wet suit and the ski mask. He was the one McDonald thought was stalking James a couple of weeks earlier. Maybe he is still stalking James and doesn’t know James is in jail. McDonald was so tired. It was hard enough to stay awake let alone think things out logically. He walked backwards and forwards, splashing cool water on his face to try and stay awake.
6.00am arrived and it looked like his relief was arriving, but no, this chap was running. He was a young local chap out for an early morning stroll.
“Constable, Constable, come quickly. There is a body on the beach. At first I thought it was someone just sleeping it off, after having a heavy night at the pub, but I checked him a little further and I don’t think he is even breathing.”
McDonald rushed down to the beach with the man. He was on the same beach as the other body but quite a bit further along. McDonald checked him for a pulse but couldn’t find one. Then he noticed blood coming from the man’s head.
“I will have to ring Sergeant Bailey and let him know about this. It looks like it could be another murder!” said McDonald.
A short time later Sergeant Bailey arrived on the beach. “What have we here? Another dead body! Well there is one thing we can be sure of, and that is this murder wasn’t done by James because he is still in jail!”
“Now, was this fellow a local or was he one of the crew of the ElDorado?” asked the Sergeant. “Was there anything out of the ordinary, or anyone who looked suspicious lurking around in the night?”
“There wasn’t anything odd or anyone doing anything out of the ordinary, except that fellow wearing a ski mask!” Said McDonald.
“What fellow with a ski mask?” asked the Sergeant?
“He lives two blocks down the road. I saw him lurking in the shadows near James’s house. I followed him to see what he was up to, but he just went home. Then that was the last I saw of him.” Answered McDonald.
“Right, then today we will bring him in for questioning and see what he has to say for himself, and what he really is up to in the night?” Said the Sarge.
The Sergeant organized for the deceased body to be taken to the morgue. He then took McDonald and five other young officers with him to get this man with the ski mask and bring him in to the station for questioning.
McDonald showed the group which house the man had been seen going into. Two of the young officers were sent around the back of the house in case he decided to make a run for it.
The Sergeant knocked on the door. “Police here. Is anyone home?” he yelled loudly. There was no answer. “Right! Then I will leave two young officers here to keep an eye on this house, one of you across the road in the bush out of sight and the other one at the rear out of sight. If he is inside and comes out, phone me immediately then follow him. You other four come with me, we are going down to the cove to see, if by chance he is there! He appears to have a pretty good knowledge of the landscape around here.”
As they approached the headland overlooking Conrad Cove, The Sergeant noticed a small dinghy being rowed from the freighter back towards the beach at Conrad cove.
“Okay guys, spread out and stay out of sight. Wait for me to give the signal! I don’t want him escaping and heading back to the El Dorado!”Demanded Sergeant Bailey.
The dinghy touched the sandy beach. A man wearing a wet suit and black ski mask got out of the dinghy, placed the oars inside the dinghy and proceeded to drag it across the sand and through the bushes out of sight.
“Now!” said the Sergeant.
The six officers rushed towards him surrounding him.
The man pulled a gun out of his wet suit, pointed it at the Sergeant saying, “What’s this? What is this all about?”
The Sergeant said, “Hand me that gun, we are the police. We have six guns aimed at you, so you don’t have a chance!”
The man lowered his gun and the Sergeant grabbed it out of his hand before he could change his mind.
“We are heading back to the station where you are going to answer a few questions.” Said the Sarge.
Back at the station, the man was taken straight away to the interview room. The first thing the Sarge asked was, “What is your name?”
“Ian McInnes Sir!” he said.
“Is that the truth?” the Sergeant asked.
“Aye! It is that Sir, and I have my driver’s licence to prove it.” he replied.
“Do you have any other form of identification, like credit cards or the like?” asked the Sarge.
“Why would I have them on me? I wasn’t going shopping or anything like that, was I?”
“I think we may have to get a search warrant and check out your house. What were you doing in that dinghy anyway?” the Sarge put to him.
Just out for an early morning paddle around the bay.” Said the man.
“Now, this gun of yours, is it registered?” asked the Sergeant.
“Yep. I just carry it for my own protection. You know? Self defence.” The man said.
“Then you won’t mind if we send it off to forensic, will you? I have just been informed that the bullet that killed that second person on the beach is still lodged in his skull. They also found pine needles stuck to his flannelette shirt, like the ones on that pine tree at your place! While we are at it, I will get the forensic experts to have a good look at your dinghy for any blood stains. That body had to be moved from your place to the beach somehow! What easier way to do it without being seen, but by boat.”
“It appears to be a huge coincidence to me, that whenever the ship ElDorado anchors in the harbour, you are in the vicinity. Whenever there is a murder, you are in the vicinity. When we are having night surveillance on James house, you happen to be in the vicinity!” said the Sergeant. “I think it is due time to remove that ski mask and see who you really are!”
As the Sergeant lifted the mask over his head, McDonald yelled out in a loud voice, “It’s Captain Bligh from the ElDorado ship.”
“So it’s Captain Bligh when you are at sea, Ian McInnes when you are back on land. Whoever you are, you will be charged and locked up now until you have your day in court.” The Sergeant said with a sigh. “Now I have this search warrant to search your house, so hop to it McDonald. We will see if we can find any more incriminating evidence in his house. You check upstairs and I will check down here. You know the drill!”
This time there were no computers at all. But downstairs Sergeant Bailey found an old filing cabinet filled with documents with the same names of people that they found on James computer. “We will let the experts check these out.” Said the Sergeant.
“I was born and brought up here in Aberdeen. This is my home town. Now why would I want to kill those two men?” asked McInnes.
“Beats me.” Said the Sergeant. “You tell me?”
“Okay! It was me.” Said McInnes. “I wanted to take over James’s part of the smuggling business, but he refused. Whenever I got close enough to kill him, that stupid mutt of his showed his teeth and attacked me. That first man saw me threatening James and said he was going to report me to the police, so I had to get rid of him. The second person on the beach was my first mate Moriarty. He wasn’t content with the wages that I gave him; he got greedy and wanted part of the smuggling money too or he would tell the police about it.”
“I think you were the greedy one!” said McDonald.
“Throw the book at him.” said the Sergeant. “Charge him, read him his rights and lock him up. He will be spending a long time behind bars from now on”
Hilda Oakley
Copyright © 06.01.2018
