I go home in the evening and see a new sports bag in the entrance. The big. Filled with something. Hm...

Called the neighbor. They smoked. have thought. Called the police.

Two dirty peppers arrived. They stood. They smoked. have thought.

Then they acted professionally. One of them just pulled a bag. A soft like. The second comrade opened her pencil without fear.

and there...

Hockey style for teenagers.

I am for what. If somewhere they throw up an explosive device and the police arrive, we will all die.