This is one of those episodes that happened with fictional characters in a parallel universe, of course. And the story is not so much about searching, but about the need to filter the air.



It will be about the office, which through simple manipulations turns the non-cash money of customers into cash, thereby "optimizing" the taxable base.



I woke up at 7 a.m. from the phone call of our aitišnik Vani. A good expert, by the way, codes, administers, understands tasks correctly. He can humor. Then there was a mem with a stubborn dog speaking “dratuti”.

But not this time. Now he almost shouted at the phone with an alarming voice:

Andrei, I have menta under the door. What to do?



The dream immediately fades away. In my head there is a thought: “What? Why is he at the door and not me? Is there an Ayatollah at all? Maybe it’s about something else?”

Wait and do nothing. Take the time, I will call back.



I recruit a partner, he does not respond. I call a few more people, silence. I write in Votsap: “Wani has a mint under the door.” From that side comes the message: “Let it open.” And you say, the pursuits do not know how to joke... At this same moment another SMS comes from a comrade who asks how I am doing. Neighbors called him and told him that the police were looking for him. Okay, the situation is understandable.



I call Ivan, that taratorite:

They cut off the light. I open.



I understand everything except one. Why did no one come to me? A call comes from an unknown number:



Andrei Batkovich is?

(Here is it also)

All right

Did you write and call Tom and Tom?

I wrote, I called

Are we standing at your entrance, will you meet ourselves, or will we look for you?



After registration, no one lived with us, only followed up until the entrance.

Let me go down for 5 minutes to get dressed.



I get a wife, I tell the situation. I remember if I have something on my home computer... I understand that I need to override all the correspondence and scratch all the accounts. What I should have thought before. I dress up and call the elevator. He stops in the middle of the road, and there a man in a suit looks at me, who communicates with the neighbors. Did not know? I go down where a young man sits on the bench. I come and say hello. From nowhere, two more workers fly and one goes down the staircase.



Later it turned out that the guy in the store was kind of understood. Well, okay, a man does his civil duty at 7 in the morning, I understand. Given that at the same time about 15 more addresses of our modest company were uncovered, it remains only to be surprised by the consciousness of numerous citizens who agree to such actions.



Then everything is interrupted. Boxes and cabinets, garbage cans, dirty linen boxes, all the compartments in the car on the parking lot where you could hide something. In the phone I have correspondence with figures, on the compilation of work tables. Yes, it had to be thought of before... The opera in the process lead an unforced conversation, tell each other how they went fishing, ask me questions. Only "understood" a little nervous, but nothing, get used to it yet. They then seal all the equipment and documents they find. They give a couple of instructions in the spirit: "you have been involved for more than a year, all the arrangements know for a long time, I do not advise the investigator to cast nonsense." And they are taken to the Investigative Committee on a car worth about 1.5 million. The Department of Economics can afford it.



After 14 hours of waiting without eating in the investigation and superficial interrogation, I am released as a witness. All the arrangements they really had, and during the current day of fruitful conversations, they were able to learn all that was still unclear. As a result, the investigation leaves in unpaid home leave only the organizers and those who carried the money. These guys will need more to shake out customers, the rest are free.



I then meet with the *****ishishnik, on whom this story fell:

I still don’t understand why they came to you at the door and waited for me at the entrance.

“Because someone often asked my address on the phone when I visited...

Why did you take it?

Do you know what the first thing I heard was when I opened the door?

What is?

Dramatic...