How Siberian fights with the Caucasian Middle Ages, investigating the murder of her brother Photo: Olga Bobrova/ "New Gazeta" When I saw her for the first time, she did not look at me at all. It was winter. On it, as I remember, was a short leather jacket, broken with fur, heels, on the head-a striped scarf, a strip, like a rim, conditionally denoting respect for tradition. Fast eyes, red -haired mowing, in elegant movements - the confidence of a mature woman who knows her price.