I go, I mean, on the street, a guy approaches me, strong such, in appearance it is immediately visible that now will try to divorce something. It really starts like this:
Is there a phone? Take a moment to call urgently.
I answer that there is no phone. Here he seems to negligently fix the jacket, and I notice the edge of his eye behind the belt a gun... he asks for money. Well, I decided not to risk, I get out of my pocket a 200 hryvnia banknote, sweep him. Here he with a wild cry pulls out of the belt a pistol, which, to my horror, turns out to be an ordinary child’s pistol on plastic bullets, fires the banknote and with the same wild cry runs away in an unknown direction. I remained standing with an untranslatable feeling and a hole of 200 hryvnia banknote in my hands.