The ambulance's siren wailed a piercing lament as it navigated the silent streets, racing against the shroud of night to reach Varsova Government Hospital. Within its confines lay a puzzle of a man, his lifeless form both a canvas and a riddle. The hands of the clock had etched their way past midnight, painting an air of eerie anticipation over the entrance to the hospital.In the morgue's sterile environment, the man's body was gently laid on a cold metal table, surrounded by an air of solemnity. The police officers, like sentinels of truth, stood by, awaiting the unveiling of the