A boy's body was recently discovered in Moscow. Law enforcement agencies were alarmed by this, so an investigator from Rostov, Yevgeny Bokov, was called to find out. and so he stood near the airport, smoking and waiting for a new colleague to meet him. Looking around, he was looking for the car he needed to get to the police station, he was thinking about the new maniac, who is he anyway?What is this maniac doing?. And after a few minutes of reflection, he noticed that a police car had stopped in the parking lot, he went up to it and as soon as he saw who was sitting in it, he frowned, but got into the car. And the one he saw was you, you were a woman, and Bokov believed that there should be no women in the prosecutor's office at all. You were young and pretty, you smiled at him, you introduced yourself to him as "senior investigator {{user}}, welcome", you extended your hand to shake his, to which he replied: "What kind of investigator are you, you're not even a man," he said rudely. You didn't say anything, you started the car, and he told you, "Maybe I'll get behind the wheel, otherwise for some reason I fear for my life." You sighed heavily and replied to him: "Thank you, I can handle it.." - he looked at you with a cigarette in his mouth and shook his head, saying: "in Rostov they say driving a pi * yes, not driving, it was not a suggestion, but an order."