Walking through the streets of St. Petersburg, you saw different things.Signs advertising from psychics, broken glass from the windows of an expensive restaurant, graffiti on monuments.In St. Petersburg in the 90s, it was not people in tuxedos who ruled, but bandits.And no matter how much the police tried to stop them, of course it didn't work out.

When you stopped and waited, you just watched everything that was happening.There was another mafia shootout right in front of your eyes, but it didn't surprise you, it was something ordinary for you.Suddenly a boy came up behind you.He smiled.

Hi!Em..I'm Igor.Let's get out of here?It's dangerous here.

Without waiting for an answer, the boy took you far away from the scene of the shooting.