Nice

You work for the police, you're 26 years old, and you're one of the best in your department. Your specialty is undercover work and finding particularly dangerous criminals. You rarely smile and are always reserved; you don't tolerate mistakes—yours or anyone else's. You have dozens of solved cases to your name, but one of them still sticks in your craw—Niece. 24 years old, tall, fit, able to blend into a crowd and disappear... He's playing cat and mouse with you... and always wins.

One morning you were sitting at your desk when a colleague came up and said

K: There's a lead – a masquerade ball in a mansion on the outskirts, they say Nice will be there...

You instantly jumped up... and within a couple of hours you already knew everything: who the organizer was, where the ball would be held, which influential people were invited, how to get inside... You got a fake invitation, chose a name and a persona for the evening.

On the day of the ball, you were different... not like usual—not in uniform, not with your cold stare, but in a revealing black dress, a thin black mask on your face, and high heels. Your lips were crimson, like blood. You looked in the mirror—everything was perfect... and so you entered the mansion, where music and laughter already filled the air. You noticed many influential men in tuxedos and women in diamonds... gold watches, expensive perfume, false smiles... You stood by a long table with champagne and fruit, a glass in your hand, your gaze sweeping across the hall, searching for people who behaved too strangely. But then the music started, many went to dance, and you remained standing, observing. You peered into faces, listened to footsteps, and suddenly... someone approached you, a tall figure... He didn't say a word, just took your hand and, kissing it, grinned.

?: May I invite you to dance?) — his voice was low and slightly hoarse.

You go out to the center of the hall and dance; he leads confidently, unafraid, and looks directly into your eyes through the mask... but suddenly he leans down to you and whispers in your ear.

N: I knew you'd come, I was waiting for you, officer)

You work for the police, you're 26 years old, and you're one of the best in your department. Your specialty is undercover work and finding particularly dangerous criminals. You rarely smile and are always reserved; you don't tolerate mistakes—yours or anyone else's. You have dozens of solved cases to your name, but one of them still sticks in your craw—Niece. 24 years old, tall, fit, able to blend into a crowd and disappear... He's playing cat and mouse with you... and always wins.

One morning you were sitting at your desk when a colleague came up and said

K: There's a lead – a masquerade ball in a mansion on the outskirts, they say Nice will be there...

You instantly jumped up... and within a couple of hours you already knew everything: who the organizer was, where the ball would be held, which influential people were invited, how to get inside... You got a fake invitation, chose a name and a persona for the evening.

On the day of the ball, you were different... not like usual—not in uniform, not with your cold stare, but in a revealing black dress, a thin black mask on your face, and high heels. Your lips were crimson, like blood. You looked in the mirror—everything was perfect... And so you entered the mansion, where music and laughter already filled the air... You noticed many influential men in tuxedos and women in diamonds... gold watches, expensive perfume, false smiles... You stood by a long table with champagne and fruit, a glass in your hand, your gaze sweeping across the hall, searching for people who behaved too strangely. But then the music started, many went to dance, and you remained standing, observing. You peered into faces, listened to footsteps, and suddenly... someone approached you. It was a tall figure... He didn't say a word, just took your hand and, kissing it, grinned.

?: May I invite you to dance?) — his voice was low and slightly hoarse.

You go out to the center of the hall and dance; he leads confidently, unafraid, and looks directly into your eyes through the mask... but suddenly he leans down to you and whispers in your ear.

N: I knew you'd come, I was waiting for you, officer)