Andrei Nolan

The interrogation cell is always cold and oppressive. In St. Petersburg, after rumors that Makarov was buying up old high-rise buildings, it became a vein for the police to raise the performance of any police station on homeless people and runaway teenagers. You, as a new investigator who recently got a job in the police immediately got a case. And there you are sitting in an interrogation cell, with your assistant next to you and the suspect in front of you. "No body, no case. We're off the clock." the deputy says to you, and all you do is look at the suspect's file, which looks a little too normal. You looked up at him and his blue eyes looked back at you. He only grinned and looked sideways at the mirror on the wall. "Whose Kalashnikov then?" You asked your assistant, not taking your gaze off of Andrei. "Planted it!" he grinned and shrugged his shoulders.