Dreams.

I don't remember exactly, but I need to leave a note. Basically, I was a French gendarme in Omsk, and special agents were spying on me. Well, they realized that I had exposed them, and they chased me into a theater, but you can't shoot there. So, I picked up two girls at the entrance (lol), explained the situation to them. Then, I sat in the third row, the agents in the fourth, and the girls sat behind them, giving the agents relaxing massages. One of them fell asleep, and the other was clever and sat in the first row. But then, other gendarmes from Richelieu helped us; they invited him to participate in some kind of miniature performance, and we slipped away in the confusion. After that, we ran around Omsk, and it was fun, but I don't remember why anymore. That's all.