You can go to the main phase of the operation.

A naked girl with disheveled blond hair almost ran down the corridor, gently stepping with bare feet on the carpet, clutching a pile of papers to her bare chest. She was in such a hurry that she didn’t pay attention to the leaf with signatures and seals that had fallen from the pile. Sheet, writing out several steps in the air, lay down smoothly on the floor, flinching at the door closing behind the girl with a sign "Seek Office". But he was not destined to rest in peace today. Somebody’s feet in haste and rush attacked him, leaving deep scars of paper folds. Leaf courageously endured all this, waiting for only one last kick, which will tear it to pieces. Suddenly, from a pile running past the man, spinning and trembling, a fallen pink note fell on him. She clung to the sheet with all her paper nature, worrying from the rushes of passers-by. They both lay together, closely attached to each other, not noticing the chaos and panic that prevailed in the office, because they were so good together ... And naked men and women rushed around here and there. They were clearly in a hurry, putting the documentation folders in large cardboard boxes, packing equipment and machinery. In the center of the office stood a handsome man of about fifty in a black business suit. In a hoarse voice, abruptly and imperiously he gave commands to hustling employees, continually casting a quick glance at his wristwatch. At that moment, all the window panes of the office were scattered in a myriad of pieces, accompanied by a characteristic crystal crack. Glass chippings at once covered the floor and the work desks nearby the windows. Special forces in black masks, with a crash breaking windows and scattering smoke bombs, rushed inside, unhooked climbing cables from their belts. Immediately there was a sharp cotton and, drowning in clubs of acrid smoke, the front door of the office fell off its hinges. Specialists in gusk one after another, jumping over the twisted door, ran into the doorway, putting machine guns in front of them. Through the noise and screams of panic, their commands were clearly heard: “Everyone, fuck, lie down on the floor! Hands on x * d, for the head! legs wider !!! ". From somewhere out of the smoke, silhouettes appeared in black suits and pistols. Screams, fragments of phrases. Click - pistol shot. Click, click - isolated pistol firing. In response, short gunfire of special forces. The air was filled with the smell of burning gunpowder and ... death.

Night rain lashed across the asphalt, raising hundreds of bubbles in numerous puddles, banging on the roofs of police cars and ambulances that stood at the entrance to a huge building almost in the center of the vast metropolis. All the flashing beacons and sirens were turned off: not a single journalist was supposed to see how half-naked people, wrapped in state-owned blankets, were taken out of the building and seated by medical vehicles. Journalists in this dank night had to sleep peacefully.

- Add this to the case - Artur Vaganovich threw a crumpled sheet of paper with a pink piece of paper glued to the policeman - this is a contract for renting girls and sex rates.

The policeman nodded, hiding both sheets under the raincoat. Artur Vaganovich departed from him and began to peer into the faces of people leaving the building. Soon four slouched figures appeared, wrapped in identical army blankets. Artur Vaganovich waved at them with an umbrella:

- Lord, well, finally! rather go to my car.

Expensive cars rushed through the weather, breaking the wall of rain with headlights. There was silence in the cabin. Only occasionally sobbing, sniffing nose, Olga. She looked out the window at the neon signs of expensive restaurants passing by.

- What now? dismiss and get rid of? - Artur Vaganovich was the first to break the silence.

Vyacheslav and Elena exchanged glances. Sergey answered for all:

- We will assume that at work does not count - he looked at Olga and decided to joke - besides, they do not change horses at the crossing ...

Everybody burst out laughing.

- Durynda - Olga smiled and gently pushed her husband.

Tursunov Alexander Borisovich, lounging in a leather chair, was sitting in the office opposite Artur Vaganovich. The owner of the night bar, a week ago, who had turned to a detective agency with a request to check his spouse Oksana Petrovna Tursunova, “was faithful”, examined a pack of photographs given to him by the agency’s chief.

- Unfortunately I have to upset you - Artur Vaganovich spread his hands - but your wife cheated on you at work.

Tursunov slowly turned the pictures, as if trying to memorize every detail. Finally, he put the photo in his folder, silently pulled out a thick envelope and put it on the table.

- Here. This is for you - he said through clenched teeth.

- At the expense of your wife ... Do not make hasty conclusions - Arthur Vaganovich tried to smooth the situation - perhaps your wife did it under the pressure of circumstances ...

- Do you think I'm angry with her? - Tursunov snickered and casually waved his hand - at work does not count, I’m talking to you as the owner of the night bar! But now let him just try in bed with me to say that she has a headache or something else happened!

When Tursunov, leaving the office, slammed the door behind him, Arthur Vaganovich sat for a long time and looked after him. Finally shrugged:

- At work, it does not count ... something I often heard this phrase ...

P. S.

The story is over. But life is running its course ...

Artur Vaganovich will die in six months from acute heart failure. Elena, in her old age, will go mad on the basis of the constant secret jealousy of her husband Vyacheslav. At night, she stabbed him with a knife, experts later counted up to thirty wounds. Elena will die a month after what happened from anguish, before they reach court. Her last words will be: "You are only mine!".

Sergey and Olga divorced. They will never see each other. Sergey will lead a new family and live a long, happy life. He will die on his deathbed surrounded by children and grandchildren. He never learns that Olga died five years after a divorce from a heroin overdose in an AIDS treatment clinic.

A man in a black suit will be released three hours after the detention. He will be given a formal apology.