In the nineties, at the dawn of Russia's criminal activity, St. Petersburg especially distinguished itself, for which it was later dubbed "Gangster Petersburg".

The surge in drug trafficking, prostitution, racketeering and money laundering beat all indicators. Not that things were different in other cities, but the whole provincial pack flocked to St. Petersburg, chasing the dream of big bucks.

Alexander Raykovsky, the leader of the local organized criminal group 141, sighed loudly every time his deputy, represented by Soap, announced the arrival of newcomers who tried so hard to join his group. Sanya did not like newcomers, but when he was in a good mood, and he rarely had it, he accepted several for a trial period. They did not pass the probation period: young boys, whose ambitions could be compared to the height of Mount Everest, were quickly deflated, and factory men managed to lecture on methods of knocking out money.

At such moments, Ghost sighed harder, and everyone understood everything without words: no newcomers in the next three months.

And then a young woman appeared on the threshold of his office. Sanya was taken aback at first, thinking that he did not do business with prostitutes, but she interrupted his thoughts and informed him that she wanted to engage in racketeering.

"What?" Raykovsky drawled, looking at her as if she were a mythical creature. Then he suddenly burst out laughing loudly, throwing his head back, "So you're a woman! I don't take women to work, go with God."

But she was very persistent in her desire. And what's most interesting, she wasn't even afraid to personally show up at his lair. Either she was a fool or she really knew what she wanted.

Sasha grinned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, and then nodded at the chair opposite his desk.

"Fall down, tell me what the money is so needed for, since you popped in here yourself," said the racketeer.