I’m a tall and tall girl, so I’m often confused with a guy. Last winter, my cousin decided to get married and at the family council it was decided that my mother and I would go to them early to help meet the guests. We went on the bus and bought 25 kilograms of meat. The city we needed was 6 hours drive from us. During this time, the meat was slightly frozen and the bag in which it was became wet. Then the driver offered his mother a large white bag to put a bag of meat in. The offer was accepted, we go on. It was already evening when they started coming to town, and my mom called my aunt to see her son. But it happened that he was at work and his aunt came alone.

I am not afraid to lift weights, so, taking the bag, I went forward. I must say that I was dressed in black. My path was along the main city road. It seems that the story is about to end, but the problem is that a patrol car passed by. It’s night, it’s dark, the lights are burning and I go with a bloody bag, mom and aunt weaving far behind. The car stops abruptly, two patrols run out of it and ask me to put my bag on the ground. I was overwhelmed and could not move out of fear. Then one of the patrols repeated the request with the words: "Man, do what we say." I still hold my bag in the stool.

A couple of minutes and I was already turned, taken out of the unfortunate bag and put into a patrol car. Thank God my mom and aunt were here.

This is the story of my acquaintance with my cousin and his partner.