Islanders

“And why isn't he writing that he'll kill himself?” Arthur objected. «I will kill myself today».

“Don't turn it upside down.” Vera said. “You may say "I am with Sergey in sex relations." as making sex with himself.”

“Vera!” Lida was embarrassed.

“What is it? We are adults. And these are not toys any more. And you, Lida, suffer by yourself.”

“She is old-fashioned!” Angelica sniffed. “By the way why the dead could not write, for example «I love Sergey»? That's not strange that he loved himself. We all love ourselves.”

“I personally come to the idea that Sergey wrote «I AM GOD».” Seva signed.

“Did you know him so well?” Vera looked mad.

“He didn't seem to me so mad.” Angelica shrugged her shoulders.”Anyway we never know what exactly he had written.” Zhanna said. “Because … because he … he died. And he wouldn't tell anybody anything.”

“We do not know if only the others do not say what each had written.” Ivan noticed. “Then by an exception we’ll find Sergey's note. We should confess.”

“But at first we should find a way to get out from here.” Seva said. “I would prefer to call the police.”

“I thought you’re bad, Vsevolod,” Arthur said.”I even guessed that you're the gay. I was mistaken in you!”

“Personally I find some aggression in him.” sang Angelica. “If to speak by Hippocrates language…”

“Where did you find these words, darling?” said Lida. “It seems you even haven't got the diploma, have you?”

“She is the different one.” Arthur noticed.

“What do you want to say?” Ivan moved forward.

“When we left in a corridor, she told Sergey she would wait for him on the balcony. They wanted to talk. And I understood they had known each other.”

“Lovers?” Vera moved.

“Nothing similar!” Angelica was indignant.

“What were you going to tell him?” Lida asked.

“That's my business!”

“But we want to know.” Ivan reminded. “I start to believe that you went down through the hatch on the ninth floor and closed it. And then rose by the lift and locked the door. As well as Arthur said.”

“Yes, I was on the balcony but it doesn't mean anything! And where, by the way, were all of you?”

And Angelica looked around. They didn’t move and she said.

The Meeting

There was a long pause in the reception room. The islanders tried not to look at each other. Zhanna again nervously wounded a light lock of hair on the finger, Arthur indifferently looked out of the window, Lida bit her lips, Vera and Angelica smoked.

“I shall begin probably.” Ivan said. “Angelica is right. We should find out where each of us was while Sergey was murdered. Personally I went out to the other room.”

“What for?” Vera asked. And then she complained. “I have never smoked so much.”

“Not to disturb you. I wanted to think. I prefer to do it in loneliness.”

“But the entrance door of the apartment comes to the corridor.” Zhanna noticed. “You could go through it and kill Sergey.”

“Why could I do that?” Ivan asked. “I said I didn’t write it. With Sergey we were connected only by relations the doctor – the patient. There is no motive or reason to kill him. The murder was made by the person with mental problems. I think it is necessary to search among patients. How about you Zhanna? You went to the kitchen to make coffee. Were you alone there?”