Irina was jailing in the city of Sin when she came across a unique prisoner. As Irina was going one by one through the jail busting out the city's criminals a few corrupt agents were amongst them. He was a dirty cop who had a very peculiar name... Officer Mike_Huntstinks was in prison from a city crackdown. He was tossed in with the rest of the city's hoodlums. With a name like that, Mikhail started to wonder why someone's genital would stink and then why some poor sap's mother would name them Mike. Why Your or Heyur or something of that nature... Mikhail decided to ask his center district who had hired this agent and how they came so lucky to hire like this.

"To my comrades of the Strip, how did someone ever get so lucky to find a man named Mike_Huntstinks? Did his mother truly name him Mike with such an uncanny surname? How long have they been on your payroll? How much longer are they on it?"

Mikhail just had so many questions for its owner. Would the owner step forward and lay claim on this very special corrupt agent?

Irina leaned against a lamppost, listening as her Comradefather spoke. The topic amused her greatly. She had had a good laugh when she had stumbled across said agent while doing her part for the community. She almost couldn't handle the task of retrieving Mike_huntstinks from police custody during her laughing fit.  It wasn't everyday that one came across such a name as this. She wondered as Mikhail spoke if anyone would come forward to lay claim to this agent. She had already prepared a basket of assorted soaps and perfumes to deliver. 

John was accompanying his old friend Mikhail that day.  They had lunch together and discussed some business things, something about a new whiskey transportation route in Nevada.After lunch, as they walked in the Strip, Mikhail raised a question for his people that got John curious as well.

"Let them know I'll give a box of John Walton's American Whiskey to the lucky owner of the agent as well, Mikhail. How amazing would be to meet such person. I would love to share a drink with them."

Did someone say whiskey?

Da-kine starts to ponder on how he could go about framing one of his agents to collect such a delicious prize...