<Archy> This is what you say, the firearms in the night of the alarms dried up. A week ago the story was - I didn't sleep at midnight, at half-third I went to the kitchen to make tea. I hear suddenly - the alarm rolled, and I have a beast signal in my car, so that the nearby cars start to roll. I look out the window and fucking - my flashes and two spires are digging at her.
Adrenaline in my head, I catch a beat, fly to the first floor, run out of the entrance - these two saw me, immediately after the shootings, I ran after them for two quarters, then spit.
<Boryan> was stolen what?
<Archy> They didn’t have time, and as I realized later, they wanted to steal. In general, the next day I meet in the courtyard of a familiar car owner from the neighboring entrance - says, my signalling awakened him the whole family (and she cried all the time while I ran for these pidaras), mothered, urged me to take an example from him and, I quote, to turn off the alarm for the night.
<Archy> And the next night his car was stolen. I was out, devil.