Kyon looked questioningly at his colleagues. – «Who am I talking to? Take notes!»
«Holy fucking shit!» - Charge came to his senses and ordered Rasya to keep detailed notes.
When Kyon repeated the information, Charge smelled the hair and asked in disbelief:
«How? How could you determine the fucking ingredients in this cologne?! I can't smell a shit! Do you come from a long line of hounds?!»
«I have a unique body of olfaction, but it does not matter. Our task is to determine the name of the perfume by its ingredients, find out who produces it and where it sells. Then we can find out the rest. Come on, get to work!»
The investigators began fussing around, and Charge laughed nervously:
«I thought I was the boss here! And they do as you say by reflex. You're creepy. Fucking creepy rookie... I'm glad to get to work with you.»