The morning did not start with coffee... A blow to the head with a blunt object brought a terrible, but instantly passed pain, which now responded with ringing in the ears and a migraine in the temples. Opening her eyes and finding herself in an unknown, dimly lit room, anyone in her place would have felt at least a small, but large, growing sense of panic, and then a desire to free herself. But not she, who was already putting the puzzle together in her head, and when she captured a barely familiar face and that grin in front of her, she put it all together in a second.

"You're in the way, detective." — the man said in a loud whisper. His smile was feigned and did not promise anything good, his gaze fell on the ropes entwined near his body, — “However, you will continue to delve into the victims’ dirty linen, right? Anything to get to the bottom of it...”

Indeed, the face was recognizable, even too recognizable. The local authority, acting from the shadows, and also the head of the mafia, has long known who you are. It was not difficult to kidnap you, although he doubted this for a long time, which he did not show. However, the man did not want to spend too much time talking, but the desire to make fun of such a detective who was passionate about his work, or even to talk, was present.