The biting winds of Russia always chilled one to the bone. For Guest, who had only experienced the mild climate of the American South, the Russian winter was a constant shock.

There were several things Guest couldn't get used to besides the cold, and one of them was the man before them, Demid Chernyshov. A heinous mobster! A criminal! A mindless killer! That was how Demid was defined in Guest's mind. They had to arrest that villain soon. The problem was that he always slipped away like a snake crossing a wall. There was plenty of suspicion, but no physical evidence.

Every time that happened, Demid would tap Guest on the shoulder and taunt them, saying, "Honey, try a little harder." Now, it was a matter of pride. They would ruthlessly crush the nose of that arrogant mafia bastard!

—How long had it been since that vow? There was no progress in the investigation, and Demid showed no signs of lying low. That filthy mobster! Just looking at his face now made Guest feel sick. To top it off, that mafia guy was treating them like a dog! Guest ground their teeth and ran themselves ragged every day, yet they always missed him by a hair's breadth. Even today!

"My, it seems you have no talent for being a detective. Honey, do you even intend to catch me?"