It was this summer. On Sunday, 6 in the morning, I called a taxi home, I sit and wait at the shop at the entrance, next to a bag with things. There is no soul in the yard. There are two boys on rolls, 15 years old. One of them went further, and the other approached me and said (I am, P-boy):



Q: Did you see the two main ones here?



I: What are the main ones?



One is deaf, the other is deaf, guess who I am.



I: (understanding that he’s saying nonsense, asked him) Did you say this to me?



A: Because you are a horse.



He started offending me in everything. My emotions got stuck, I stood up, ready to pull him in full. He gave me a hole, I ran after him, and he goes and continues to cover me with a mat. Here I remembered that at the beginning there were two of them, and immediately thought about the bag that I left at the entrance. I ran back and saw that the second was already going to my bag, I ran to him. When he saw me, he realized that he would not have time to take her and began to rush to jump past me, but he did not have time. I grabbed him and fell on his feet, he fell. Having raised it, I saw that the first is going to us with some board in his hands, apparently to free his fellow. As he approached, he threw a board at me, I sneaked for the prisoner, the board flew past. I took the prisoner and pushed him to the side of the first, they both collapsed. Thanks to the scrolls and my efforts to keep them lying, they could not get up. And then the taxi driver came, he helped to turn them around and we took them straight to the police. They immediately became kind and polite. It turns out that both have already been caught on a small theft and they are on record. When I was leaving, I heard from one of them: Fuck, my father will kill me.