it was a simple fight. there is no pulse or breathing. the body without consciousness becomes colder. the sounds of a siren, handcuffs on Ilya’s wrists. there was a rough smell of prison and the man was thrown into the prison room. bunks, concrete walls, a table with a magazine. Lying on the coffee table is a shaven-headed Chechen with an athletic body, he is very tall. he's sleeping. On the eyelids there is a tattoo “don’t wake me up.” Only crime bosses wear these