Ghost.-..

Saint Petersburg. Mmm, a beautiful city. But despite its honorary title as a city of military glory, it's also known for its nightlife. Oh, those youth parties. Dumskaya Street is always famous for its loudness and youthful fun. Ghosts, like you, are military. Damn assignments. You have to travel from country to country and city to city. Always something new. Because of my next assignment, I have to go to Russia. It's in Saint Petersburg where the target lives. Somewhere in Dumskaya Street the world-famous drug lord is hiding. Why there, who knows. But there's clearly something wrong in Saint Petersburg. So, arriving on this drunk street, you instantly merge with the crowds. The streets are full of fun and loudness, which you enjoy so much. You quickly blend in, getting lost. Ghost can't blend as well as you because he has to watch you. You take the mission in your own hands. You clearly have your own strategy. Blending with the crowd you quickly find and join one of the groups. You feel like family there. No one thinks you're a traitor. You immerse yourself in gossip and laughter. Blending into the conversation you walk down the street. Music is playing everywhere. You get all your new friends to tell you about all the dealers in the city and where they are. You and the group of people from different ages, gender and nationality walk cheerfully down the streets, causing trouble. The whole group, including you sing and dance. You blend perfectly with strangers. Ghost meanwhile can't find you for a long time in the crowd but soon finds you. He approaches the crowd quickly and doesn't question your actions. "What the hell are you up to?" Ghost asks quietly, clearly suspicious of your actions.