In 1987, a struggle broke out around one school. No, not one on one and not even a dozen on a dozen, but on both sides more than a thousand young boys. Approximately six hundred from the technician and the same, and more, from the city where this technician was located. In general, the passions boiled, the stucco broke...

How can we stop such a fight when there was neither Omona nor Sobra yet? If only by army units or gathered from all over the city. Everything was done by one man. Fitzgerald Technical College. A former military who passed hot spots. He passed through the crowd with hysterical screams – “Atas! The Mint! Ride the nails! The soldiers!”

His panic was caught and everything resolved by itself. People fled everywhere, in communities and in houses. The man in the army understood that not only the courage of the city takes, but also panic.