The girl lay calmly – in a light dress, with flowers in her hands. Her face was peaceful. Everything as it should be. But the inner sides – higher than usual. Under the thin covering – a bulge. One of the men carefully lifted the inner insert.

At that moment, everyone recoiled.

Inside, in a hidden compartment, wrapped in black plastic… lay a man’s body. Middle-aged, apparently, with a tattoo on the neck and marks. The face had begun decomposing, but the features were still recognizable. Sharp, chemical smell.

One of the funeral workers stepped back:

— Lord… there… a corpse!

— This… this is no longer a “double bottom.” This… is a crime, — someone exhaled.

The girl’s mother lowered her head.

 

— I don’t know who this is. He… shouldn’t be there.

The workers turned pale.

— Impossible. We received the body sealed. Everything was closed…

— Who organized the coffin delivery? — sharply asked one of the men.

— Private company. Through a middleman. The order came electronically. Full payment in cash.

Pause.

Someone took out a phone and called the police.