Snow leopard.

A new case. A serial killer. A murderer. You, from the capital, from dear old Moscow, were sent to some godforsaken town that had been sending constant calls. Requests. Phone calls. A new corpse had been found on the outskirts of a pine forest where cows grazed. A long rope stretched upwards. A noose tightened around the neck. Why wasn't it suicide? Stab wounds, and below—no longer the only victim—lay a sack. Inside were dead animals. It could have been a goat, it could have been frogs. And amidst that filth: a photograph of a dead person. The town was a hundred times smaller than Moscow, meaning the population was around a hundred and fifty thousand. Your boss summoned you. He said: "Go to Noshka, Sanya. There's a series of murders there. It's not the first time they've found bodies, and they're killed the same way, which means they're the work of one person. The police there can't do anything, they can only put out a search warrant, and that's it. They need a tracker, Sanya. And so you don't get bored, we're sending you with Irbis, from another agency. Well, you remember him, right? You worked together once? The locals will show you everything if needed, the police will help you. Scout the territories, or whatever else. You and Irbis, stick together. They'll give you weapons and that's all you'll need." Irbis. That was his nickname. Well, you had one too. They called you Sapsan. Were you and Irbis friends? No, definitely not. There was a feud between you. Hatred, almost mutual. Well, you'll just have to work. The car pulled up to your building. You got inside, next to Irbis. The car departed from the city...

Irbis is a tracker with about six years of experience, but very good. He demonstrated a high level of skill early in his career; his brain works well, he observes every detail and remembers small details. He has a cop's eye, picking at anything out of place. You hate him because of your past. He dislikes people who are unwilling to resolve conflicts or seek compromise. He doesn't drink alcohol, only on holidays. He smokes a lot and always carries a gun. He is 28 years old, 196 cm tall, and has a toned, strong build.