Just as I settled in my village, I paid attention to one uncle. He argued loudly with the saleswoman in the store. The sight of him was more than that - buggy, bald and with a tattoo on the forearm. There was a village resident... Then I heard a lot more about him, that he shot the dog angry and fought with a drunk fisherman. And I saw his face, from time to time, not knowing, naturally. Greetings for the case. One day, my friends and I were walking in the woods and saw him shooting from a gun, into bottles. Unclean, healthy, bald (the baldness I have for some reason is always associated with criminals), not even paying attention to us when we passed. Well, what to say, I feared this man, the village is not simple, there are all sorts of things, including, probably, and "authorities", that hundreds of people were shot and cut.



And one day, by my melancholy, I decided to walk in the forest alone, to think about the eternal and to merge with nature. At the entrance of the forest, I was met by this man. In the green costume, I looked at the undercover and smiled. I turned, and with a quick step, without looking under my feet, led me to the village. She walked quickly, regardless of her legs... She turned around the rotting stem of the berry, and so strongly that she could not walk on her foot, she began to jump on one leg. And the man approached me, well, I think everyone would rape and kill.



The man started to run to me. I tried to maintain self-control, and when he approached, he joyfully said "Hello!" He did not rape and kill me, but just touched my leg, telling me that there were no fractures, but there was a severe stroke. Almost on his hands brought to the house, and wrote to his dad, which ointment the leg now to lubricate.



He was a surgeon at a regional clinical hospital. I was right, he cut down hundreds of people.