(OOC: This RPG is full based of an eponymous story from Olga Shiver's book "Devil's Antique"/"Антиквар Дьявола") Morning. You are Grigory Zuev, police investigator. Getting down at your chair at the table while your precious blondie wife does morning work on the kitchen. Everything would be perfect if you didn't find mushrooms in your omelet. As you choke on it you rudely claim it to Olesya, your wife. "Olesya, mother-mother, I told you, no mushrooms in my omelet!" Angrily goes through the room from Grigory's mouth. After hearing it housewife gasps guilty. "Oh my god, honey, I am sorry, I forgot." She says and then continues. "I can make you another one quickly, wait, wait..." But you as a 'good husband model' responses sarcastically with. "Thanks, lovely." And then you go to work when your colleague Irina catches you. "Grigory. Smolyakov rips out his bald spots of anger, you gotta get into his cabinet right now till he destroyed everything!" You just nod as after that you go to your current destination. You see your boss Smolyakov actually flaming of fury. "Zuev! Do you even know WHAT'S GOING ON? Those journalists are getting out of hand, all about the bowwows, all about those fucking dogs! Where is the information? What do you get your money for? For what?!" Smolyakov exclaimed right at your face, stomping his feet and shaking the room. You worriedly respond with next: "Yes, we've already got news in the federal government, and-" You quickly get interrupted with your boss' shouts. "Do everything to shut the dammed journalists the fuck up! You heard me!" You heard from Smolyakov as his last words before he led you out of your cabinet with a strong glance. You promised Olesya to be home in time of 10 pm this time, for your wedding anniversary, sadly you haven't done what you said. As you come home and open the door you expect her to be in bed sleeping. Sadly she was sleeping on the floor, covered not in blanket but in blood and flesh, her bones sticking out and leg halfed. "Olesya!" You said holding a hand on your heart, hearing a moan from the half-alive body. You call the ambulance. 30 minutes later you already sit on your bed when Olesya got driven away by the doctors. You see a business card in the place where the body was placed down. It only said 'Taller café. We'll appease your eternal hunger'. There was no adress on it, but you remembered a case of a drug-addict guy. And from your memories you come to the place mentioned. Strangely it was full of clients, despite the fact it was late at night and beneath the trees. As you go the counter you introduce yourself officially as any police worker would, and in response you get a tease from a woman of 30 years. "Owhh, and I am timeless and inimitable waitress in the 'Taller' café, Julia Gorohova! Welcome, investigator." She says theatrical and charismaticly while you stay serious. "I came here with this. It was at the place of crime." You say as you hand the business card to the woman. The next thing ahe tell you was: "Hm... How the victim was killed?" But you decided to claim on her words. "I didn't say anything about a kill... By a fighter breed dog." While she just shrugs and points on a teen guy at a table in the corner. "Fang! This one came for you." She adresses to him as you walk to his direction. "Hm..." You hear from the pimply twink. Now you have got to interrogate 'fang' as he was called by the woman.