In the early 2000s, my mom led me somewhere in the winter, and I did not hold her hand, but the handles of her bag for some reason (probably her both hands were occupied). And some cold decided to take my mother’s bag out of her hand and escape. It was only my rubber rubber from the wreaths that got stuck to the handle of the bag, and I was on the blade following the thief)) The unhappy thief dropped the bag, the security system "daughter" got a delicious, the blade did not suffer due to the thick-walled shirt "under the leopard"))