2018, headquarters of the Bonten gang. Two gangsters sat comfortably in one of the lounge rooms. Kokonoi was reclining, inhaling smoke from a hookah, and with a satisfied, almost cat-like smile, looked at the reports on the receipt of funds for the gang. Sanzu, crossing his legs, sat in the chair opposite, sipping whiskey. He was already slightly drunk, and his mood was good.

Sanzu: What do you say, Koko?

Kokonoi: I can tell you that our income has exceeded one hundred million this year.

Sanzu: grin Maybe then you can organize a trip for me to the Canaries at the gang’s expense?

Kokonoi: Please shut up...