The beginning.

I go to my native factory. and BA! Behind the garbage container, in the niche, there are coins - several five thousand, folded. And the container is steel, heavy; and the niche is narrow; and my uncle is not small... No, I don’t go through. But the brain is no less than that of the monkey: he took a swab and grabbed money out of tightness.
From the smoker, and a group of colleagues is leaving. I was the first to think of the swallow. The other stomachs pulled in and climbed, crawling. And the "money" on the printer is printed, and yet qualitatively so, without looking at not distinguishing. And there is a trick: after the stamping of their utyug well smoothed, so that even to the touch, therefore, they were like real almost.
I broke further entertainment to my colleagues. I took those “thirty thousand” to myself: I got, that is, mine.

The continuation.

I’ve been putting this printed bubble in my wallet for six months. It seems like you know - unreal - and as you get into the wallet, it's nice...
And here I go to the night shift at eight o’clock, on the way to the cigarette bar for cigarettes. There, it seems, my capital has been painted. On the dark street, a boy and a girl caught me, the boy scared with a folded knife, and the girl took the wallet. and escaped.

The end.

My wife worked at a hypermarket nearby. In the morning, she told me: Late in the evening came a dwarf, picked up a full basket of overseas buffalo and valuable snacks, and at the box office began to squeeze two false five thousand. The treasurer said to him, "Wait a minute, now the exchange will be brought" - and a button. And a minute later, the GBR has a hammer in his hands, and five minutes later, the police get the same paper from his pockets. and Prilep. Up to 8 years.
It is a pity that the girl did not work. Well, with this lifestyle will not walk for a long time.