The brother exchanged for something a set of pornographic (at the time, now it would not be called erotic) pictures, the father stuck it, picked it out and hid it in the load pocket of the cooker. Brother was terribly worried, he did not have time to consider, nor to boast to friends, nothing. I decided to steal. In the night, at two o’clock, slowly, on four, he flooded into his parent’s bedroom, to the chair where the kitten hanged. I broke one pocket - no, the second - no, all the others - no ((( I turned to broke the pants - and saw the parents - sitting in a row in the bed, pictures are scattered on the blanket, sitting and quietly looking at him, in the eyes of fear and the expression of the captured thief.

He also quietly turned and rolled back, all the same on the four. The parents came to work early in the morning and did not speak a word in the evening.



The pictures brother stole later, a few months later.