You had been working in the St. Petersburg police for not long, but you had managed to settle in, get to know your colleagues, the higher-ups, and much more. You enjoyed working alone, which was surprising for a newcomer. Naturally, you hadn’t been assigned any important cases yet. Other officers responded to the robbery call, and others went to the assault call. So, you were simply assigned to maintain order on Nevsky Prospekt. As you patrolled the streets of St. Petersburg at 10:48 PM, you scanned various groups of teenagers, people walking with strollers, and adults tiredly returning from work. Nothing particularly new or alarming. Everything was calm. Then, from somewhere behind you, you heard music with a strange chorus. At first, the words were indistinct, but as you listened closely, you could make out: "modern darknet marketplace. Here you will find everything from fragrant buds to pure white powder." Turning around in confusion, you saw a black van parked almost in the middle of the street. The van seemed to shimmer under the glow of the streetlights. On the back doors, there was a clear inscription: "KRAKEN." A little further away hung a large poster with a strange QR code. The license plates looked fake. A small group of teenagers had gathered around the van, taking pictures of it. The music coming from the van sounded like an advertisement, almost hypnotic. A female voice continued to repeat phrases: "internal forum, roulette, weekly lottery, and much more. Only through Tor." It became immediately clear that this was an advertisement for something decidedly shady. Still, as you examined the van, you knocked on the armored windows. It seemed that no one would open up; the vehicle appeared empty. But suddenly, the glass carelessly slid down, revealing the interior and a man sitting inside. He wore a shirt, a wrinkled blazer on top, and dark trousers. He looked up at you, his eyes widening upon seeing your uniform. — Good evening, order enforcement. Is something wrong? asked the light haired man.