Lumi sadas rahulikult Tallinna politseihoone akendele, muutes tänavad valgeteks vaipadeks.

The snow fell gently on the windows of the Tallinn police building, turning the streets into white carpets.

Inimesed astusid raskete talvemantlite hõlmade lehvides sisse ja kummutasid lumi maapinnale.

People entered, their heavy winter coat tails fluttering, and their footprints pressed the snow onto the ground.

Seal seisis Maret, kindlameelne ja võimaluste otsija, kuigi hinges kahtles ta oma minevikus ning väärtuste ehtsuses.

There stood Maret, determined and seeking opportunities, though deep down she doubted her past and the authenticity of her values.

"Ma tulen teatama," alustas Maret, kui istus detektiiv Kersti laua ette.

"I'm here to report," began Maret, as she sat down in front of Detective Kersti's desk.

Kersti vaatas teda väsinult, kandes harjumuspärast skeptilist ilmet, kuid tema silmades vilksatas hetkeks empaatia.

Kersti looked at her tiredly, wearing her usual skeptical expression, but for a moment, empathy flickered in her eyes.

"Perekonna pärand varastati."

"The family inheritance has been stolen."

Juhan, Maretile toeks, seisis akna ääres, pilk suunatud lumisele vaatele.

Juhan, standing by Maret's side, gazed out at the snowy view through the window.

"Kas see oli tõesti nii oluline?"

"Was it really that important?"

küsis ta kahtlevalt, kuigi armastusest õe vastu seisis temaga.

he asked doubtfully, though out of love for his sister, he stood with her.

Pärast pikka päeva, täis aruandluse paberitööd ja poliisi apaatseid vastuseid, hakkas Maret ise otsi kokku viima, vaatamata Kersti hoiatustele.

After a long day filled with reporting paperwork and the police's apathetic responses, Maret began piecing things together herself, despite Kersti's warnings.

"See on jõuludeni peaaegu nädal," ütles Maret.

"It's almost a week until Christmas," Maret said.

"Ma pean selle tagasi saama."

"I have to get it back."

Tallinna tänavatel, peidetud vilkuvate jõulukaunistuste taha, hakkas Maret külastama kahtlaseid pandimajakesi.

On the streets of Tallinn, hidden behind blinking Christmas decorations, Maret started visiting suspicious pawn shops.

Ühes neist, hubases kuid varjus peituvas pimedas nurgas, märkas ta mida otsinud oli.

In one of them, cozy yet hidden in a dark corner, she noticed what she had been looking for.

Seal, pandimaja tolmunud riiulil, lebas perekonna antiikne kaelakee.

There, on a dusty shelf in the pawn shop, lay the family's antique necklace.

See ei olnud pelgalt kaelakee.

It wasn't just any necklace.

Kõhklevalt sirutas Maret käe selle poole ja toores tõde ilmus tema silme ette.

Hesitantly, Maret reached out for it, and the raw truth appeared before her eyes.

See kuulus kunagi perekonnale, keda tema oma teadmata oluliseks pidas.

It once belonged to a family she didn't know held significance.

Pärandi taga oli ajalugu, mida ta polnud oodanud.

Behind the inheritance was a history she hadn't expected.

Tagasi politseihoones, Maret istus jälle Kersti vastu, seeks kord koos kaelakeega.

Back at the police building, Maret sat once more across from Kersti, this time with the necklace.

"See oli teisiti, kui arvasin," tunnistas ta.

"It was different than I thought," she admitted.

"Aga ma tunnen, et olen leidnud midagi väljaspool materiaalseid piire."

"But I feel like I've found something beyond material limits."

Juhan vaatas õele otsa, tema pilgus oli pehmenenud, täis mõistmist ja otsustust.

Juhan looked at his sister, his gaze softened, full of understanding and resolve.

"Meie pärand on see, mida teeme koos," ütles ta rahumeelselt.

"Our inheritance is what we do together," he said calmly.

Maret naeratas, esimest korda pingest vabastatult, ning pühkis jõulukaunistustelt langenud lumeplekke tema riiulil.

Maret smiled, relieved for the first time, and swept away the snowflakes that had fallen on the Christmas decorations on her shelf.

Ta leidis, et perekond on midagi enamat kui reliikviad ja kõikehõlmav rikkus.

She found that family was more than relics and encompassing wealth.

See oli side, mida auk püüdis täita, kuid mille sügavus ulatus Eesti lumisele südamele samaväärse avarusega.

It was a bond that strived to fill the void, its depth reaching as expansively as Estonia's snowy heart.