There is a note in the closet.

 

*Read the note*

 

I shave several times a day, yet always have a beard.

Another puzzle... how does this connect?

Are these riddles simply red herrings?

A barber... but how does it relate to the murder?

Where is the connection? Come on, Nikita, think.

 

*Continue walking from room to room*

 

Detective Alexi: Nikita... we are wasting time, this is useless... YOU are useless.

 

*Stare at Alexi*

 

Nikita: Alexi...

Detective Alexi: The killer is out there, and you're not analyzing anything useful at all...

Nikita: Alexi, the first riddle contained a bar of soap, and yet every bathroom in this house uses a dispenser.

Detective Alexi: You're new... I guess I'm not surprised you lose your focus so easily.

Nikita: And yet, I know that this bar of soap came from outside of this house.

 

*Detective Alexi shows contempt on his face*

 

Nikita: No residue from a bar of soap exists in any bathroom... Do you understand, Alexi?

 

*Alexi turns away*

 

Nikita: There is still soap and shampoo in every dispenser, and there are no other bars of soap, new or used, in this house.

It's rather simple, Alexi... This means the bar of soap came from the killer.

Psychologically speaking, people are very resistant to change... The likelihood that this woman decided to stop using liquid soap and switch to using bars of soap is very slim, unless there is a logical reason to do so... and in this situation, I cannot find a reason.

Think... just think... for once. Why would the killer bring their own soap to set up this riddle rather than use the soap in this house?

Let me guess, Alexi, you have nothing. Don't criticize me for wasting time if you have nothing... nothing at all...

The killer brought the soap because everything was premeditated and this particular killer actually wanted us to know this was premeditated... It's a game. The riddles are just pawns in his game of chess.

Go and tell that to Kostya...

 

*Nikita stares intently into Alexi's eyes*

 

*After Alexi doesn't move...*

 

Nikita: You're like the sun... not because you illuminate my day, but because you are so hard to look at.

 

*Alexi raises his middle finger, turns around, and begins to walk away*