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Did you arrest Viktor?

Me? No, it was a couple

of our patrolmen.

Where?

Right near his hotel, actually,

The Garvin.

Yeah, it's a breeding ground

for pushers, pimps, prostitutes.

- You know, anybody...

- Take me there.

We got you booked

at the Executive House.

Please. Garvin.

You sure you wanna stay here?

It's the pits. You have a choice.

I stay here.

- If you're on a budget I can talk to my...

- Thank you.

- I will be fine.

- Okay.

You're the boss.

I'll pick you up around

9:
00 in the morning, okay?

Hey, nice talking to you, captain.

- What do you think, Art?

- I think he's a jerk.

- Danko.

- You're welcome.

Put your name in the big book

right there.

You had man here called Rosta.

Viktor Rosta.

- A Russian?

- Soviet.

I want same room.

Are you Russian too?

Nice going.

It's 302.

Right up the stairs.

Capitalism.

And this is our booking area.

Looks like a major crime wave

just hit, right?

When I first walked in here when

they assigned me to this district...

...I thought all hell had broken loose.

Nope.

It was just a typical Monday morning.

Is that a Russian cop uniform?

Looks like a glorified postman

or something out of World War Two.

- Be respectful to our guest, Audrey.

- Yes, sir.

Not king.

Checkmate in two moves.

Use bishop to queen four.

Thanks for your advice, comrade,

but I think I got it covered.

This way, captain.

The nerve of that guy.

Captain Danko, Moscow Militia.

This is Commander Donnelly,

chief of this district.

Thanks, Tom. The captain

will be with you in a minute.

This is an extradition order.

All it requires is your signature.

He ran a red light.

Didn't have a valid driver's license.

Arresting officer found a gun

in his glove box, brought him in.

We shook him down.

Then he refused to speak English.

We found the Cyrillic

tattooed across his shoulders...

...we figured out he was one of yours.

Viktor did not ask for political asylum?

I think he's resigned to going home.

Audrey, go get Sergeant Ridzik,

will you?

Right.

Stress management.

You watch the fishes.

You water the plants.

Special breathing exercises.

Monitor your blood pressure.

Listen to pleasant sounds.

Relax.

Personally, I think

it may all be a pile of sh*t.

But when you're facing a bypass,

you stop asking questions.

Look, just out of curiosity, and since

I figure cops are cops the world over...

...how do you Soviets

deal with all the tension and stress?

Vodka.

Yes, sir.

Art, I want you to ride with Gallagher

and the captain here to the city jail.

Make sure he signs this form before

he and Gallagher go to the airport.

Then bring the top copy back here.

- Well, you're probably want...

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