I go to work in the evening. The children walk, my way runs along the trail between the garages, there is a confinement lounge, I go beyond the corner of the garages and I have time to notice that the cover of the lounge turns and lies almost in place. I decided to see what was there, and there the boy failed and I can't get him, I'm looking for a suitable rod (rope, etc.) There’s nothing around, I remember that there’s a belt on the jeans, I take off the bag down, the boy grabs him, I pull it out. I begin to put the belt in place, at this moment a man comes out from the corner and looks at the picture, I stand with the belt pulled out behind the towns with a crying boy. Well, the boy confirmed my words about saving him.