My acquaintance, a small and careless man under the age of 65, told a story.
At the end of the 90s, the rise of hooliganism and banditism, it is scary to go out on the street, and even more so in the evening. Our hero, being slightly sluggish, returns home late in the evening on foot. So it turned out that he was met by a company of strong and burdensome copters. Their eyes burned: have fun! Escape late, and they will catch up and break anyway. The resuscitation really fainted... The brain worked feverishly, and suddenly the idea came...
He took a quick step, almost a run, went straight to the hustlers and cried loudly:
The men! How glad I met you! Help my grandmother to hide her body.
Gopniki with the words: “You went to the h*j!” They fled from him in all directions, and the man came home whole and unharmed.