Last night, the brother-police told about his wakeful days:

The morning. Call to the row.

The officer: “Lieutenant I... oh, I listen!” - Irritated, he throws the phone and comments: "In half an hour, the third call, it's gone. I need to send the PPS to the address, so that they can get her on the back."

What is there? - clarifies standing next to the Deputy Head of ROVD

Yes, young man, it looks like a buzz. Calls for the third time - asks to deliver the order from the restaurant.

Remember the address?

Looks like, and what?

Call at the address, urgently.

In the end, three animals were tied to the address. Three Southern boys raped a girl in her own apartment. One of them was even her boyfriend. A wide soul man. I decided to share with friends, and the girl did not appreciate the impulse of the soul. He squeezed his face and broke a couple of ribs. The sex party lasted all night. In the morning, I was able to call the police from the city under the pretext of ordering food at the restaurant.