C77

Although we were in a hurry, we didn't go too far from Nightingale, so we soon saw the neon signs on Bar Street, where lights began to shine.

The young policeman in the front seat noticed our movement, coughed dryly, and spoke into the intercom. He turned his car around and entered a side street.

The young policeman got out of the car and put on his hat. Looking at the person in front of him