Place : Soap factoriesLocation: dusterTime : Thursday, 13:01A broker in a small bar in Novy Gorod, deeply bogged down in actions on the verge of fraud, spoke about Shostak's aggressive actions. He actively bought up small firms if he suspected they were a danger to his activities. He unleashed several stock market panics, including the last one, which followed the crisis at the Soap Factory. Many have lost a mountain of money, and two large funds are kept afloat solely by the only occasionally interrupted sale of assets.The broker saved an important nuance for last. The purpose was mainly involved in finance and investment in the field of interracial trade. However, not so long ago, the funds controlled by Shostak began to very actively climb into the security sphere, mainly by buying up shares of the security services. There were rumors about the purchase of the entire "Gagana" in its entirety, with debts, an affiliated brothel and a recreation center.As another informant of Erne

Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory, first floor.Time : Friday, 18:50Marie's joke helped - Ernest smiled against his will. And he began to study reception. The location of the snack tables and the material of the countertops (they could be potential hiding places). Chairs, cabinets and other furniture that can be brought down on the enemy's head. Lancet windows and areas shot through from the outside. Finally, those present themselves - first of all, the human genostatus."Don't look too closely at faces, sun," Marie purred in the snail.“I know,” A.N. answered shortly. “But I still hope to see familiar faces and glances.Why?- It will be easier to understand the situation.Ernest did not like noisy receptions and big companies. In them, he tried to be as inconspicuous and sober as possible, despite any atmosphere of solemnity and unobtrusive general interest. And the current technique was complicated by several factors a

Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory, first floor.Time : Friday, 19:42The candidate decided to look after Stantor first - he was too calm when talking about defeat, but emotions broke out at the invasion of personal space. Maybe there is something personal? Jealousy for a modest wife, a dishonored daughter (obviously a dark-eyed curvy brunette with a black soul), or something darker? Never mind. There is a first suspect. Ernest felt something like pride. And, realizing that the thread is most likely imaginary, I decided to clarify the issue.- Marie?- I'm here.“Let me guess, each of them has as much dirt behind him as there is behind Shostak?”“A little less,” the curator replied evasively. “Even Varaak cannot be compared with Kuste, and Steph’s father cannot be compared with Timon.“Can you hand over the dossier on Stantor?”"Like you didn't read it in the hotel."- Short and diagonal. But I need to know how we worked w

Location : Old CityLocation: street of the Third Highest, 9. Occulatory. Second floor. Small smoking roomTime : Thursday, 23:25For some time the candidate and Ms. Ragnell smoked in silence, interrupted only by background sounds - the crackling of firewood, a quiet "pf" when another portion of tobacco smoke was exhaled. And, of course, wonderful music resounding from the large reception hall. For some time, Ernest simply leafed through the files of Shostak's workers in the "snail", as well as a map of the relations between the girls and the patron. Broken off in the middle by Marie's comment."Will you wait for the assassination here?"A.N sighed and began to establish, um, oral contact.“I understand that Mr. Shostak was not a very good employer,” he remarked casually.“I put it out in the cold without a boarding house, if that’s what you mean,” Vittoria Ragnell replied with a smile. - Thanks to my formal boss, I didn’t take the donated jewelry.For some tim

Location : Old CityLocation: lane 15b, building 22, apartment 812Time : Saturday, 00:20A.N. blinked. The redhead hasn't disappeared. The neighbors kept making noise. The odors did not take on the burnt aroma. Well, the candidate is still alive. And, judging by the testimony of the "snail", what was happening was not a residual hallucination. Some stick insect preparations gave a similar effect, but not this time. It is unlikely that they would be able to materialize a graceful and flexible female figure, frozen on the old sofa of the former detective.The silence dragged on. In the silence, you could clearly hear the drops of water dripping from the candidate's trench coat.- Are you completely crazy with your work? Agnett asked softly, raising her dark copper eyebrow. She didn't even notice the gun. It's like he sees this every day. In fairness, while they lived together, I always saw. However, if memory serves the former detective, she never showed the horror and awe that is so c