Arthur stroked his chin, "I heard something about it, saying that many young people have been arrested."
The chief raised his hand and pointed his thumb at the office of the director, "There's one detained in that office, a kid from the Yakovlev family."
"Oh?" Arthur asked, "What exactly is he accused of?"
The chief chuckled, "What he's accused of, I can't say for sure, but the instructions from above are to arrest him first, and the specific crime will be investigated later."
"But that's against the rules!"
"Indeed, it is against the rules," the chief explained patiently to Arthur, "This is where I say regulations must make way for human sentiments. May I ask, when was the last time you were in Moscow?"
"It must have been a month ago?" Arthur counted the days on his fingers, "The last time I came was during the carnival."
The chief sighed, "You're fortunate not to have stayed in Moscow afterward, or otherwise, the fires would have surely unsettled you."
"What fires?"
