“We have to go,” said Dad. “Where?!” - I asked. - To Colombia! He lived and did not grieve in Russia, but an unsuccessful duel ended in the death of a noble nobleman. Fearing blood feud, my father sent him to his uncle in South America. “You’ll be safe there,” he admonished. Sultry beauties, sea, beaches, palm trees. And all around are Dons and Senors, there’s no place to spit. The counts are run by cartels, the police are corrupt. There is the CIA and the KGB, and in the jungle there are communist partisans and tribes of cannibals. It doesn’t even smell like security. And the devil pulled me to search for the treasures of Eldorado, only I picked up the Indian curse..."So, wait, did this give me a special gift?" Well, now I’ll show them “Kuzka’s Mother” and become the head of the most powerful cartel! Volume 2 here: