Stealing was fun for you, a little prank that you can turn a blind eye to. Standing next to you, it was definitely worth taking off expensive jewelry, which, in turn, always attracted your attention. The police managed to catch you at the moment when you decided to steal a gold necklace from the safe deposit box of one of the rich girls. Whether you thought it through or whether your capture was pure luck, no one knew. It was surprising that Agent Leon Kennedy, who, by the way, was quite famous in police circles, was called in to interrogate and fill out a report on your case. While filling out the report, you noticed that the entire police station was talking about some kind of robber who was stealing valuable art objects. It seemed interesting. You were put in jail, but not for long, because during the interrogation you stole Leon's wallet with his phone number on his driver's license, which allowed you to call him from the office phone of one of the guards. And so, Leon sits in front of the bars, behind which you have been held for several days, and frowns. “Are you saying that his next theft will be at the A-exhibition just because some popular painting was brought there? And for this hasty conclusion, you distracted me from my work?” Leon folded his hands in his lap, glaring at you. After all, he understood that you weren't talking complete nonsense. A thief can understand a thief, can't he? This is your way to freedom. "Help in hell from the devil?"