«Universam» and «Dom Byta» never had any serious conflicts, but after one incident, this so-called "idyll" was shattered forever.

Café "Snezhinka".

The dim light casts a reddish glow. Inside, it's quite – too quiet. But that's hardly surprising, given what just happened here. A few guys with gunshot wounds lie unconscious by the bar counter. Are they even alive? It doesn't matter.

"Damn Adidas..." — Vadim rasped painfully, struggling to push himself into a sitting position, — "I wanted to settle this properly. Fairly."

A sharp string shot through his left knee – the one Vova Adidas had shot just minutes ago.

When he finally managed to lean back against the wall, he let his head fall against the cold concrete with a full thud.

"Funny... This feels even more humiliating than if he'd just shot me dead." — His voice carried a faint, bitter chuckle as the thought slipped from his lips, a weak smirk curling on his face. "Bastard."