I work as a surgeon in a small town, late in the evening urgently called to work. Drawing I go to the garage for the car, on the road are bound 2 copniks from the series "You do not smoke, or call for nothing", not long thinking I hit one in the jaw, the other with the leg in the breath. I get to work. I give a consultation and already coming home I meet in the reception of those two gopars. They sit telling how the bandits attacked them and took their phones and beat them. When they see me, they change their faces and, without speech, run to the door and hide at night.