Beginning of 2000. Two young people, my good friend and I, decided to drink a beer late on Friday evening, a normal desire. Beer was then sold around the clock, only the trouble was that there was no cash, and the cards in the bars are still not accepted. Nothing to do, go to the bank. The most common ATM with access from the street. I get the money, and at the moment when the ATM issued the banknotes, someone’s hand tried to grab them. My reaction lagged for half a second, but a friend gave the robber a splash, a good splash, until a knock-out and a complete shutdown. The police, the ambulance, the lost night. We sit in the department, I write a statement, the losing robber immediately, in his bracelets, and the young lieutenant asks him, say what you used to two strong boys, obviously what would get in the mouth. The thief insulted: “But before it all worked out!” The lieutenant lost his pen.