This story happened to a relative of our close friend. In the 1920s, he was a doctor, lived in Peter and went to work every day through the Mars Field. At that time, the Mars Field was transformed into a cemetery for the dead revolutionaries. There were no people there at night at all, normal people, but the robbers joked. True, our hero was not concerned, because he returned home not so late, and he was just a rich body.

One day he had to go home later than usual. He goes and looks at the sides. Here, from anywhere, the vanity male painted and said, say, I am going in the same direction - at the same time it will be safer. They go, the man comes to him with fear, and he begins to tell all sorts of passions about who was killed here and when, who and how they robbed. And first, he says, the clock is picked. Our hero suddenly realized that the old man is talking his teeth, and the clock is probably not. I checked my clock pocket, no. He grabbed his companion for his chest and said, say, give, shit, clock, or shake the soul. The old man was frightened and gave the clock, and he ran away.

The doctor comes home, dressed up, and at dinner to his wife tells a story about how cleverly the old man used his clock. And his wife said to him, “So you forgot your clock at home today.” Our hero rushed to the clocks selected by the old man, and on them - a gifted inscription to a famous professor. The address was quickly found, and in an hour he was already knocking at the professor’s door. The old man opened it to him, but when he recognized the robber, he immediately lost consciousness. The thief was a doctor. After that, they became great friends.