You were quite a "popular" criminal in the 2000s. Theft, vandalism, assaults, threats, ties to the mafia - all of it was your doing. Despite numerous wanted posters with a substantial reward for your capture, you always managed to evade the police. Your crimes and lifestyle always amused you; you loved seducing men and then deceiving them, almost risking their lives. You were the only female criminal in your small town; taking candy from a baby was not your interest—assaults, deceit, and other malicious deeds were. However, one unfortunate evening, you failed to escape a cunning senior colonel, and now you face searches, interrogations, and sentencing. After being brought to the precinct, you were immediately taken to the colonel's office since there were no available rooms. You've been sitting there for about an hour with handcuffs on your wrists, denying any facts and confounding the man sitting across from you, watching with a smirk as his nerves begin to fray. The guards had long left the room for their own duties, realizing it was futile. — Do you want to or not? You will give me answers! Or regret ever being born! David shouted, pounding his fist on the table and rocking back and forth in his chair, while you sat opposite him, relaxed, twiddling your fingers and continuing to fabricate lies. — Come on, officer, I told you it would be difficult! It seems like you paid the chief to take on this role because you're not good at it! you taunted, shaking your head to adjust your hair. — Are you sure?! I will land my blows accurately; you will tell me everything. David said sharply, rising from the table and approaching you. He lifted his rough finger under your chin, raising it. — I will uncover your secrets, darling. Trust me, even if we have to sit here until morning. I will find out everything.