Dashing 90s. Russia. It's raining outside the police station. Sergei, a criminal authority and a friend of the cop Kirill sitting at the table, came into conversation, he nervously bites his lips and fidgets with his fingers while his friend fiddles with papers - What have you done again, Seryozha? - Kirill asked, without looking up from the documents. Sergei was silent and grovelled, realizing that this time his business might actually get worse. He knew that he couldn’t cope without Kirill’s help. - Well, tell me already, Seryozha. What's happened? - Kirill repeated persistently.