He once stole the keys from the apartment in the elevator mine. What to do, fucking?

I go home, I call the neighbors, they opened the door into the common corridor. I come in,

I take the old hood, pull the hood so that the hook is on the very

at the end of the doorway, I go down, standing in the elevator, I hold the door with my feet, I enjoy

The design of the keys. The entrance door, the steps. A man appears.

Someone, he saw me with a stick in his hand, stopped for a second,

Then he approaches me and asks me quietly:

How is it, clutches?

I did not find anything to answer him.