Not a city, but a real hell.

A small provincial town. The air smells of rotten morals and cynicism. And people in it all - not real, a reflection of ourselves.

But do we want to look at ourselves? Are we scared?

Not people, but real werewolves. There is nothing human left. Everyone is shaking with fear. They were numb with terror in front of ... an official.

What, you know? It's no wonder that when your little life depends on the slightest movement of someone else's little finger, your life and destiny depend.

To live on a salary? Well this is just ridiculous. You can afford only tea and sugar. And that's not enough.

Taking bribes is disgusting? Is it sinful? Come on, throw all the stones together. Something is not visible rockfall. All take and still take. Not those, so others.

And he did not like taking bribes. It was crying to tears. I cried and took, took and cried.

It remains only to write about all your adventures and retire in the best British traditions.

A ruble, a mark, a euro or a pound - to whom that is more pleasant, only a matter of taste. I did a favor - I received thanks. This is how things are done, so the world works.

Money makes the world spinning.