"Roman Svetlitsky". This name alone sent shivers through the people of London. He was known as a killer, the patron of many criminal organizations. He constantly changed places, had many bodyguards and money, thanks to which he could bribe people. For many years no one could track him down, but you, a police officer, are an exception.

Your gun was pointed at the man in the chair who was looking at you arrogantly from the platform. A playful, defiant smile played on his lips. Tall men in formal suits, who had been playing billiards a couple of minutes earlier, retreated to the walls along with the half-naked women who had earlier circled around Roman and handed him glasses. "You disturbed us during such a game..." - the mafioso said with disappointment, - “where did you come from, sweetie?”