When I was 5 years old, I was left alone in my apartment. Not for the whole day, but 3-4 hours had to spend locked up, doing their children's stuff. Of course, conscientious parents every time conducted an instruction on the subject: "Do not open the door to anyone, we have the keys, sit quietly, as if no one is at home" and so on.

I followed the instructions, and even prepared a "weapon" - an old vacuum cleaner, in case the robbers were more persistent. But everything was quiet, no one was interested in our lost door. Apart from that day.

Once again, waiting for my parents, I heard them knocking at the door. The bell we had was disgusting - a hysterically whispering bird - and someone behind the door pressed on him, not letting go. After a moment, excited and upset by this whisper, I decided to care not about the prohibitions of my parents and ask "who is there." Khatam presented himself as an employee of the gorgaz and severely that the house leaked, you need to urgently check all the apartments, or it can be very bad. Having issued this, he began to ring the door again, and I seemed paralyzed, because I had already broken all the rules, recalled, and now you can definitely expect trouble. Khatam again began to frighten me with a gas leak, then asked if there are adults at home, and who and how much (then I would be alert). There was a failure in the child’s brains and I replied, “Nobody’s Home.” The man apparently understood that I was bad and began to assure me that he was definitely not a bandit, not bad, that he just does his job and may even show a certificate. We didn’t have an eye, but it was possible to open the door to the chain, and once I didn’t care about the instinct of self-preservation, I decided that this was the best option. In case I took my weapon, I turned the key, the door slightly opened, hanging on the chain, and before me stood an ambal. Uncle pulled to the chain to remove it and open the door entirely, and then it came to me that it was not the gas he came to check: exhausted, I knocked the man with a pipe on his fingers, with which he shrugged the chain, and with all his five-year-old silhouette lay on the door. It was not very open and I managed to immediately tap the key for one turn. The man did not expect such a parish, realizing what happened began to knock on the door, scream and ring the bell. Fortunately, his bullying attracted the attention of the neighbor and he dropped him down the stairs.

My parents came in half an hour, but all that time I sat and locked myself in the bathroom. With tubes in pins.