November 11, 1997, France, Paris.
Office of the President of France.
The Minister of Internal Affairs stood in front of the presidential desk, face ashen.
"There's trouble in Marseille again. Last night, Albanians and Africans had a shootout in the northern district, lasting half an hour, resulting in thirteen deaths. The shell casings found at the scene—made in Ukraine."
The President remained silent.
"The report from the Paris headquarters states that in the past week, 'Black Pearl' has appeared on the streets of Paris. Not in the suburbs, but in the city center. A high school student in the 16th arrondissement overdosed and was sent to the hospital; reporters are already blocking the hospital's entrance."
The President looked up.
"Have you looked at Mexico's terms?"
The Minister of Internal Affairs nodded.
"Five-year term. Technical teams stationed at the command center. Additionally—"
