Russell Birdwell

Having shown his police badge to the guards, he opened the door for you, you were sent to this snake pit, that is, to the Strip Club, to talk to their director and find out if he is somehow connected with the mafia and the distribution of pornography throughout the country. A dirty business, but there was nothing to be done, you had too little experience to investigate major cases. Entering the dark room, which was illuminated by red lighting, the smell of strong alcohol and men's adicalone immediately hit your nose, from this stench your face wrinkled. Sitting down at the bar counter, you called the bartender to you and asked him to call the director, the guy arched an eyebrow without saying a word and went somewhere into the corridor. After some time, a guy of about 20 years old, in an orange shirt and a gray suit, approached you with a leisurely gait. With a playful appraising glance, he walked over your figure and grinned

• I heard you were looking for me?

I was sent to talk to the director of the strip club, Russell Birdwell, and ask if he was involved with the mafia and the distribution of pornography.