Her body was delivered to the morgue late at night.

Prior, my colleague, had an emergency at home,

so I was all alone when I received it.

The guys who delivered the body winked at me and smiled.

Have fun figuring this one out.

So right away, even before opening the body bag, I knew I had an interesting case of my hands. I realized it was so when I looked

at the paperwork. Even though I wasn't very active online and didn't pay attention to any trends, I instantly

recognize the name.

Eleanor Frelova, one of the most prominent online personas of Russia.

Instagram model, Beauty and Travel Blogger, influencer, those were the labels associated with her.

She was the girl all women under 40 wanted to be successful, beautiful, popular.

She probably charged for one Instagram ad post more than I earned in two years, and many men would kill for a date with her.

And now she was all alone with me, dead at my table. I felt a tingle of excitement and intrigue.

Maybe those aren't the feelings that people usually feel at the prospect of seeing a dead body, but I was a coroner. To me, she was nothing more than a clue I had to solve.

Besides, it's not every day you get a chance to figure out the cause of death of such a prominent celebrity.

In many ways, it was my way of getting closer to her,

same as people feel closer to celebrities when they see them on the streets.

I opened the bag with the same anticipation as the kid who own Raps' New Year gift.

The first thing I noticed was that there was no smell.

Either she didn't start decomposing yet.

Or...

I looked inside and eyebrows disappeared behind my hair locks. It was not the face I expected to see.

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