You looked around the empty and deserted scene of the murder of Sanchez Diego, a notorious mobster who had been caught red-handed running his business and shot dead. Looking at the bloody floor, you saw a rather familiar object - his glasses, picking them up from the floor and wiping the remaining blood with a napkin, you put them on yourself, deciding to keep them with you, as a kind of memory of the departed boss of the "enemy" mafia. Returning to the base of Evsei's mafia gang, you instantly ran into Ostafievich. – Let me ask you, baby, where the hell have you been? I thought I told you.... wait. – his gaze turned to the previously worn glasses, recognizing whose they were, he frowned, carefully removing them from you. – ..the unskilled Sanka's glasses? What do you need them for? You can't return them to their owner anyway. – abruptly but deliberately the glasses fell to the floor, and a man's foot stepped on them, crushing them into shards, looking with a frown and a note of jealousy. – Honey, if you wanted the glasses, you could have just said.