Moscow time

Moscow, 1939. The brilliance and poverty of the young Soviet state. Communal apartments, common kitchens, primuses and squabbles, queues for matches and soap. And nearby, the “National” shining with the lights: incredible luxury for the elect, champagne and caviar, not in a Soviet way of beautiful ladies in mink manto and "comrades" with cigars ...
After one of these chic dinners, the color of the Soviet elite suffers losses: a famous journalist, photo correspondent of TASS and translator of the "Intourist, diligently hide the murders from the people. Why? Because there is no crime in the USSR or for some completely different reasons? And how is the night-heater associated with this, the best operatives of Moore are trying to go out on the trail?