It was evening, there was nothing to do. I was bored and decided to dig through my drafts.

Background for writing this fanfic. Don’t look for logic and reasons for writing – there are none

The drunken red-haired comrade with a sad look drilled into the trash can, the contents of which were once part of his head, and at high decibels questioned his drinking companion, indulging in the frailty of existence.

– WHERE IS MY HAIR??! WHERE DO YOU GO WITH MY HAIR?! – a shaved, plump man screamed hysterically, holding his bald temples.

The scream echoed through the small kitchen, and he himself, sitting on all fours by the bucket, sadly illuminated its contents with his hangover-sad look. The second bald man stood laughing in the kitchen doorway, simultaneously filming the misadventures of his drunken friend on his phone.

However, Maxim was interested in more important things at that moment.

He recently had to shave himself bald in search of a barcode on the back of his head. TO

unfortunately, or fortunately, the idea was not crowned with success, so the disguised

he decided to look for the bald killer among his friends. And it started, obviously, with

your best friend.

“It’s not that I strongly suspect Kostya of working for

agency, but worth checking. If not us, then who?? I will continue

Max finished filming the former red-haired demon on his phone, and,

switching to the address book, dialed the number.

– Max, what the fuck??! Call me back in the morning, let me sleep..

– I’ll come see you in a couple of days. There is a case.

– We’ll discuss it in the morning. That’s it, goodbye..

The man ended the nongamstopcasinosites.co.uk call, put the phone on the kitchen table and went out into the corridor.

Without further ado, Kulakov turned the doorknob and went into the next room, and hastily began to pack the shabby suitcase that he got for free along with the money for the affiliate material.

“Now every second counts. In the last couple of weeks, the namesake has been acting extremely suspiciously. You can expect any trick from an Estonian. But what if I make a mistake again? Hmm, it’s worth checking his ass too…” Max continued to think. – “let’s wait for the morning, then we’ll find out”

It was necessary to somehow pass the time until dawn. The man left the room with a suitcase in his hands. Having placed his suitcase in the hallway near the exit, he looked into the kitchen again. The bald comrade had long ago stopped being hysterical and was snoring on the kitchen sofa, turning to the wall.

Maxim closed the door to the kitchen and went into the main room. Sitting down on a slightly shabby sofa, he felt for the remote control for the old TV and decided to pass the time by clicking through the channels.

The TV turned on and loudly burst into the news screensaver.

“— Watch today’s episode,” announced the voice-over, followed by a short musical theme.

— Tonight there was a daring robbery at the Natural History Museum. The totem of the ancient deity of the ancient Myascher tribe was stolen. We will monitor developments, stay tuned".

The man turned off the TV, throwing the remote control on the sofa. After rummaging through his pockets, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one out of the pack with his lips, slammed it shut and put it back. Reaching over to the table standing by the sofa, he took a lighter from it and lit a cigarette.

He took a drag and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. A little over an hour left until the meeting.

Max roughly put out his cigarettes in the ashtray on the coffee table, got up from the sofa and went into the hallway.

You can leave a drunk friend alone in the apartment. He can handle it. In addition, he has a duplicate (it is not known why he needed it, but he still had it)

The man left the apartment, slamming the door.

The dawn sun had just illuminated the city’s high-rise buildings with its pink-peach light, and people were already bustling about on the street, rushing about their business.

The bald man looked around and headed towards the metro. The meeting was planned in the park, the interlocutor had already sent a message with the coordinates of the bench where he would wait for the case to be handed over.

Coming out of the metro station, Max headed towards the park. Not noticing the gaze staring straight at him. The look came from a dark-haired girl in a pink blouse and a plaid skirt.

The look was as if its owner was an investigator under interrogation. The man quickened his pace, and so did the strange girl. Walking turned to running. The running “pursuer,” jumping over a fence made of marble tiles, drove her target into one of the courtyards. The silence was announced by a shot.

A bald man fell, holding a scratched hand that flew tangentially to his shoulder. The runner, who turned out to be not a girl at all, but an undercover police officer, bent over the defeated enemy.

Before the eyes of the person lying there was an open ID card.

— You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say will be used against you, pack it up,” the dark-haired man said to his partner who arrived in time.

Officers and other operatives were already standing on the porch of the police station, resting.

Having pulled the detainee out of the car, the guy’s partner in a woman’s outfit pushed him onto the path leading to the entrance to the department.

– That’s it, then I myself – intercepted the detainee, the brown-haired man – rest.

He silently showed the bald man the direction to go to the department. He silently agreed. The operative silently walked behind to keep an eye on the detainee.

Having reached the cameras, the man nodded to his colleague sitting at the post. He, with the exclamation “Yeah, now,” took the keys and quickly walked towards the cages.

“I see the arrest was successful,” the policeman smiled after examining his colleague. – And you made a beautiful woman Daur..

“Shut up,” the brown-haired man waved him off, “accept him.”. We have been looking for this comrade for a long time.

“I have the right to a lawyer,” the bald man blurted out through gritted teeth, “or to a call.”.

“Yes, yes,” the operative pushed the bald man into the cell. “You’ve been on our radar for a long time.”. We were tracking down your fraudulent schemes involving the transfer of large sums of money in suitcases. All that remains is to identify your accomplices. Maybe we’ll even find a Totem for you. What was kidnapped last night. – he finished closing the door.

“It’s not us,” the doomed detainee said, hitting the cage. – I have an alibi. I didn’t rob the museum. And in general we don’t engage in robbery, it’s beneath dignity.

“Tell me about this during interrogation,” said the disguised policeman as he walked away.

“Well done fighter,” the police chief said after examining Daur standing at the table, dressed in women’s clothes, “but he couldn’t find that thief of women’s handbags for the set.”?

“No, apparently today he apparently decided not to appear in the area where I was,” the young policeman said clearly, “And I knew the face of the current one well.”.

“For good work, maybe I’ll give you a bonus,” said the boss, sipping tea from a large mug. “By the way, about that totem… will you undertake to investigate this matter?”?

“We can try,” Daur answered affirmatively, “especially since the business is clearly not simple.”. Give me partners?