A story of fear.
My driver told me.
When our last one was born, in the 90s, he even slept at night, but sometimes woke up on the "dough", and his wife lacked milk. A little boy wakes up one night and begins to sneeze, his wife wakes me up and asks me to prepare a mixture, feed him until he finally wakes up – then he will sleep further, and we will sleep peacefully for the rest of the night. Fast-soluble mixtures then were still in the wild, it was necessary to boil, then cool... Who remembers will confirm))

I went out to the kitchen, not turning on the light, lighted the gas, stood heating milk. When I hear, it is like a clock whistle on the street at 3 o’clock at night. I quietly pushed off the curtain and looked, and there some unconscious person at the neighbor's wheel from the car turns off. The first thought was to call the neighbor, but I think the phone will ring, he will turn on the light, until he will understand what the demand is, scare this parasite. To scream, or go out, the child will wake up completely, and then until the morning, together with his wife, we will fuck. When I look, I have a tomato ripening on my window, the size of two fists.

He completely opened the fork and threw it in. Targeted, of course, in the head, but from the fortress, on the ballistic trajectory, try to hit from the first time. The tomato fell nearby.

And then it all started like in a slow movie: at 3 o'clock at night, silence, you turn off the wheel at someone else's car - even with the hair on your back listening to the slightest noise, trying even to breathe over time, so that the noise of the inhaled air does not interfere with listening. And then near you is a juicy slice, a splash, - I don't know how to convey the sound of a tomato falling from the third floor.

It had to be seen, or at least try to imagine how I can, I will try to describe.

The man jumps, begins to run, but exactly through the half of his leg, he falls. He quickly rises up, begins to run again, but he is again choked, but already another, the leg, falls. He makes a third attempt to escape, but again falls, and so on the four, quickly, seeds to get out of the courtyard, as if all the demons of hell are chased after him with assemblies. At the corner of the house, in the bushes, he had a bicycle hidden.

He scratches at him, scratches at him, and tries to drive. But the legs and here he is driven, sliding off the pedals, and he falls, tries to drive again, and falls again. As a result, realizing that he is wasting time and he is about to be caught up, he crashed the bike on his back to the corner of the house. Like a small moonboat with a strange antenna on the hill.

What happened to him, whether he stopped stealing wheels, history does not know, the neighbor then "secretly" ordered the wheels. And the child, sucking half a bottle of the mixture, fell asleep until the morning.