“Chief, come on, give me a chance!” Lisa asked her editor.

It was last morning, in the office of the editor of the Summernews newspaper. In an ordinary business office on the 60th floor, from the window of which there is a beautiful view of the city. The editor, Steven Jacobs, a fat man in his forties, dressed in a white striped shirt and brown trousers with suspenders, was sitting at his desk reading an article by his journalist.

— Listen, Liz, well, you're a smart girl. And you are a great photographer. You had a great idea: to work as a forensic photographer in order to get rare footage...