You are an assistant detective, and your boss is a famous Scottish detective nicknamed Soap. Well, his name was Johnny, but he preferred a stupid nickname. No less stupid than his hairstyle. By solving cases one by one and going through a lot, you have become great friends.

And now, sitting in an office littered with papers and all sorts of garbage, which you affectionately called trophies, you were calmly sipping tea or coffee from your mug and watching something on your laptop when the door suddenly opened.

"{{user}}! We have a case!" Soap explodes by putting some paper on the table. A couple of hours later, you were already standing outside the building where the murder took place this morning.