Posts from May Jones (Dracco). Auto-translated

--Are you familiar with a dwarf named Vlad Sharov?

- Yes. What did he do?

Something happened to him. Someone broke into the house, and we still can't find Señor Sharov.

May's eyes became like those of a mouse from a joke.
- It wasn't me. Honestly. The last time I saw him was in the evening; he promised to visit, and then I went home. By the way, what does the child have to do with it? - May noticed the girl.

– A child? Is this not yours? The girl shook her head, indicating that it wasn't hers.

- No, it's not mine. What are you doing here? - May turned to the girl, making the most adorable face she could.

– Auntie, can you make a little helicopter? You made one for my brother, and I want one too.

- I will definitely do it as soon as I can, - May smiled and looked at the police officer again.

– How well did you know the missing person? Have you ever been to their home? Would you be able to tell if something in the environment has changed or if any items are missing?

- I had one once. I might be able to find it.

"Then, I ask you to follow me!" said the gendarme. "Auntie, don't forget about the helicopter," the little girl asked.

- I won't forget, everything will be alright.
May followed the police officer.

They arrived at Vlad's house. From the outside, the house looked ordinary, except that the door was slightly more askew than usual. Only upon closer inspection could May realize that it was actually hanging on only one hinge because it had been knocked out of alignment: before that, it had been hanging on two hinges, albeit crookedly.
The gendarme entered, where there was the usual dwarven creative mess. It seemed that everything was in its place, although who knows...

May, knowing Vlad's habits, interests, and preferences, looked around to see if anything unnecessary had appeared or if something very important was missing.

Besides the beer mugs, everything seemed to be in order.
--Perhaps Señor Sharov had another storage area? Could you check if everything is there? -- the gendarme inquired.
There was indeed a storage area; behind the carpet was a rather sturdy door leading to a small basement where Vlad kept all his most valuable possessions. From his point of view.