Irene's misadventures in Kazan

"So, and here we are," The head of the Kazan city police, Kasim, looked at the wriggling bag on the floor of the interrogation room.

"Watch out, boss, she bites!" senior guard Ulu warned him.

Kasim gestured to untie the sack.

"You will be responsible for this illegal arrest! What bastard reported on me? Let him say goodbye to his eggs which I will shove down his throat!" disheveled and furious Irene appeared before him.

"Watch your mouth, young lady! The charges against you are serious."

"For example?"

"Illegal beating and detention of employees of the tax service in the Shelanga village."

"Stop For a Minute! It was self-defense! Any court, even such a shithole as Kazan, will justify me!"

"For such trifles, we hang without trial," Kasim chuckled. "But there is another more serious matter, a respected businessman was found hanged in Bakhchisarai. Of course, this was recognized as suicide, but the family of the deceased craves blood feud. Do you understand me? They will find you in Moscow too, dear. And the Grand Prince will extradition you, despite your pretty face."

"What do you want? Money?"

"I really wish that here, in Kazan, they would not find another hanged respected businessman. Otherwise, Khan will hang me in this case. And therefore, my dear, you will sit in my cell until I figure out how to get rid of you. Ulu, escort the lady to her apartment."