My friend worked in the DPSOM police, told the case:
In their place in the night of winter an accident occurred, two bodies in total. I had to take them to Morocco. They came there (and in order to turn on the light in the very refrigerator, it was necessary to get to the finest wall and click on the switch, and there was a dull night light in the hallways themselves). They, therefore, learned to put the bodies right behind the entrance door into the refrigerator, as if it was terrible for them to get to the distant wall, for which the sanitarians then grieved them heavily for it. And behold, they brought one corpse, began to bring the second, and the acquaintance grabbed some kind of iron stand, it, and accordingly what was on it will fall with a terrible thunderstorm. And then, in the grave silence, in the doorway, a body appears and with such a rough and dull voice begins to yell: "What h@i you are doing here!!"The partner fell dead next to these bodies, and the acquaintance of fear took this body off the door and flew out into the street.
As it turned out, it was a grandfather guard, who was hired to force police officers to lay bodies in designated places.