10 hours earlier, city outskirts

- I noticed a fire in the middle of the field, and that’s what was there! – shifting from foot to foot and wrapping himself in an overcoat in attempts to hide from wet snow explained a patrol officer to two men, who had arrived to a crime scene.

A very young brunet in plainclothes turned a heavy solid lantern in his hand away from the road, lighting a wasteland covered with bodies.

- Why no cordons yet? – grumbled an older man with a military carriage, - Do it, immediately!

An officer saluted to a man in charge and rushed to the city to organize a proper guard.

- I’ll take a look around! – after a moment of hesitation a younger one stepped towards a field: his well-polished shoe dipped into vague slippery dirt, - Gangs’ hassle? – he surmised shooting a glance at poor untidy clothes of one of dead-men.

- Great! – mumbled the older person with annoyance.