In the mid-1980s, Riga... Around our school was a bright red fence made of thick metal bars, three meters high. Each bar from the top ended with a sharp cone, climbing - a couple of tricks. Therefore, in order to walk unnoticed in the samovuls, we sprinkled them in the lower part.
He bowed, went out, put it in place - and everything was as it was. The command of the school regularly calculated and cooked these passages, and we continued to regularly spray them further. So our passages were migratory and other times, returning from the city, they could simply not be found. And then we had to start looking for new holes, hoping that the “brothers in arms” would worry about it. Why I am doing this, you will now understand.
This was before the New Year. The mood was raised, everyone was waiting for the celebration. And we have to tell you that in such days, pre-holiday, the activity of the students increased sharply, the number of self-fiber increased sharply and, in order to stop it somehow, walking guards were launched around the school: usually an officer (or senior) and 2-4 students.
So, on the 31st of December. Local time is around 22.00, the street is dark.
The door opens and into the location of our company, similar to a mourning, a procession (4 students: two on each side, in black shape, black shells and black hats) introduces an insensitive body and, going from behind, the officer asks: "Your?“Look at me,” he said, “Yes.” This shit didn’t bring us to a heart attack.” It turned out that "this fox," firmly putting somewhere, returned from the samovka and, due to its condition, could not find in the fence any passage. When trying to climb through the fence, she crashed, managed to cling to the barrel from behind with the collar of her shinella, a little slapped, tired and fell asleep.
Now imagine what the guards felt when they saw the body hanging at a height of 3 meters, swirling from the wind and already dusted with snow...
...c. They ran away – and he, the fucking, is also shrinking!
So they wore it all over the roots and wore it until we recognized it. This is the New Year’s story.