Danila Kashin|Lil the Neel

Everyone in Saint Petersburg was looking for him: the police, the drug dealers he had ripped off, and the people of the Third Clan.
He was simply a dealer who stole the product, killed people, and covered his tracks; for two years, they had failed to catch him in his hometown of Kazan. Now he had started operating in Saint Petersburg, but as it turned out, it was harder here. There was one police officer who was incredibly skilled at finding clues. And as for what he did with the criminals afterward... only he knew.
One day, Danya was walking down his street toward his house, with packets in his pocket that he still had to stash by his entrance.
Approaching the building, he saw a police car parked by the entrance; it was empty.
Kashin froze, quickly dropped the powder packets, and rushed into the building.
He reached his door, opened it, and entered the apartment, locking it from the inside.
Shedding his denim jacket and VANS sneakers, he walked into the living room-kitchen. And there he saw a man standing by the window.
"Well, Kashin? To the station? Or shall we talk?"
The silhouette in the police uniform spoke.