A friend told me yesterday. He went somehow, let it be called Petya, to the store on his two-wheeled friend, and near the store stands a marginal personality of not a sober look of boomerang type and gathers for the next bottle. The acquaintance sometimes sponsors all the beggars with small things. He attached, therefore, the bicycle to the fence, threw a dozen to the fence, even in a joke said: the guards, say, the bicycle, so that no one would steal, and went to the store. He picked up products, bought them, and also met a friend — they talked, they went out, he approaches his iron horse, by his usual movement, he wants to free him from the clutches, as this beggar suddenly flies up with a scream: — Well, he left here! Petya for a couple of seconds fell into stupor from this development of events and asks - Why is this?

- Let no one else go, I say, the guard, I am one respected (! ) The man trusted! to protect him.

Peter’s intelligence, not to let go.

So I left it to you!

The Bohemians struck and looked — No, he was the only one, and you two — well, just an iron argument.

I met a friend in the store and we both went out. I threw you another ten rubles and told you to guard the bike.

Something in his memory began to clarify, but still with suspicion he asked:

Exactly you?

Yes to me, I.

And then he makes an epic phrase:

If so, I remembered you!