It happened in 94-95. He returned from a comrade living in a neighboring house, a suburb, a cane. It was already dark, early autumn, if the memory does not betray. The mood is so blatant...
I wave myself through the bushes and strike a glance at the rolling TT. Okay Tt, it goes well. God knows why he passed by, he didn’t even sink, even though the path was a meter wide. Probably my thoughts already occupied some meter-in-a-half movement. Noise and flashes.
I get closer - on the entrance door, my neighbor on top is resting. Judging by the bloodshed, it is the final rest. Around a piece of four cars PPS, minted with a circle. They stood, smoked and discussed the picture. What moved me when I heard “PMs found, holes are different,” to ask if they don’t need another gun?
The menta resurrected immediately, let’s go, say, show... showed. They liked that much more than me. attracted to.
Here I was struck by the thought that even if the body of a neighbor is not hanged on me, because the alibi (although, given the fact that he lived on top, flooded, tapped - my candidacy for murderers is the first), then I will definitely spend the night in the closet. I trembled immediately. And quietly, the gardens to Cotovsky. Mint was just before me, the machine admired...
The next morning, the TV-Six "Road Patrol" told that a murder of a businessman took place on the street ***. At the scene of the murder was found <...> Subsequently, a search dog found a second gun nearby.
So they called me a dog. The searching. In general, he was with him, most importantly, he was not closed in the volley!