Despite the identity of the Lithuanian agent was a mystery to me, I knew what he was looking for and I had to stop it. Besides he was hiding something and he was clearly a mother fucker. I couldn’t miss the chance of buying a cream cake and smash it in his handsome Lithuanian face.

And the 2nd of February arrived. I felt like risking and hacked a list of event planners organizing luxury birthday parties during that day. Since just 3 of them had an Slavic name, I decided to check the events one by one.

1st party. Nothing

2nd party. Fake name to cover a secret party organized for Shakira and Pique. I tried to stay, but the security guy showed me gently the way to the street by kicking my ass.

3rd party. Russian mafia party that I will always regret to attend. Bingo!