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About three weeks ago, several corpses were discovered, apparently working for the Colombian mafia. Their number increased over time, and there were frequent bank robberies. Many clues pointed to the Russian mafia. You decided to go to their building to interrogate the mafia boss. You had a gun with you, in case something went wrong. Upon entering, you approached the reception desk, seeing a bald man with blue lips there. His gaze was blank, expressing no emotion. You confidently approached him, immediately asking about his boss. You suspected he was here, because his car was parked outside the mansion. Clearly not an ordinary gangster's car; it was too expensive. You asked... no, almost ordered, to be let into the office where the boss was probably, but the man seemed unwilling to comply. He merely shook his head lazily, looking you over almost with disgust, assessing your appearance and tone of voice. A chill ran down your spine, as if the man were looking into your very soul.
"... Mister/Miss, I'm sorry, but I don't have the right to let you in. The boss is away at the moment. If it's something important, it would be better if you came tomorrow, or wait... about 5 hours, if Mr. Lebedev decides to come early. Don't waste your time or mine, detective."
He said in an indifferent tone, his voice was... almost disgusting to the ears. It was as if a knife blade had been drawn along rusty pipes, it was jarring to the ears.