Looking at the Internet for photos of worms in the performance of the shaved butt of Paul Voly, I remembered a story from the 90s involuntary participant of which I had to be.

One day a friend of the army called me, who went to Germany for PMJ and asked to visit his mother. The fact is that he planned to take his mother to him, but the case with the sale of the apartment required her presence at home. Despite the recent default, the buyer was quickly found. Rieltor, who was conducting the deal, asked not to rush to rejoice because there was a collapse. The 4-room ministerial apartment in the center is a nice piece, but at the same time one of the rooms according to the court decision on divorce belonged to the former father-in-law, who sold his share unknown to whom. Unknown who could not be contacted.

Rieltor launched clearly the wrong mechanisms with its requests in the passport table, and soon a "happy" hop company, which today would be called "professional neighbors", entered the apartment on order. The locks on the entrance door were broken, the door to the bathroom was broken and the diapers were washed into the toilet. In other words, they were raiders, the only task of which is to force the owner to sell the apartment much cheaper than the nominal. The appeal to the area effect did not give, on the contrary, it turned out that he was an active participant in the housing depression scheme.

I wasn’t stupid and strong enough to break into my apartment and throw out the bandits, but I was still young and reckless. This is a terrible mixture. The plan matured instantly and I asked my friend’s mother to go to a friend for a couple of days.

That same evening in the apartment, enjoying the absence of entrance locks, came a stranger with two litre bottles, fashionable then, vodka "rest" and a package of snacks. Ugly people come together quickly, so the sober guest, "confusing the entrance", came to a hop company, bored without an old lady.

After half an hour, the firmly sleeping company in the face of three bandits was naked and naked. I poured kefir on their bodies and then took a lot of photos in very unambiguous poses. Adrenaline was over. The plan was practically executed, but when I checked the contents of the pockets of their clothes, I was very surprised to find, in addition to passports, the passports of the metro police officers and tabular weapons.

Anger has blown me up from the inside – the guards are engaged in banditism. Angrily, I made changes to the original plan. With the blue chemical pencil with which I painted my northern glow tattoo on my hand, I painted all three cockroach marks on my ass and the corresponding rings. After that, they took their bodies to the monument of the "heroes of the capture of Plevna", where sitting nearby in the car waited for early dogs to call out.

The next day, in exchange for passports, passports and weapons, I received from a notary a gift for a room in the name of a friend’s mother. A month later, after the deal for the sale of the apartment was completed and the owner left to his son, I printed the photos and sent them by mail to the Metro police.