Talk about the rapists:
I’ve never been involved in crime, especially rape (I’m a quiet home boy), but there have been a couple of instances when I was considered a bandit and a rapist.
The first case. In the spring, I decided to run. After the winter, the dust is incredible. Stretched a sports suit, tied a bandana on the face - no one, and yet a filter. I run in the morning on the backdoors, so that people do not disturb, I count meters, think of my own. A woman walking a hundred meters in front of me turns to my distant boast, sees you understand whom and asks such a striker, which I could not depict when I passed the norms on physical education. It became very shameful. I had to break up on the runway and work at home.
The second case. In the winter noon, I browse the warehouse, find an old hammer, which I do not need at home, but in the garage will be useful. I dress civily, take a hammer in my hands and walk through the courtyard to the garages. A woman walking along the same path notices me, screams, slaps and tries to hit the squats on the four. "Madame, what about you? I thought you were a maniac!" And he was nervous.
Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize. I did not frighten you from evil. Just did not think.