I earned my first 50 rubles at the age of 12. Walking in the garages. I was called by some man (yes, practically a grandfather, gray, looking 55-60 years old) and told me that he accidentally locked the door of the car, and left the keys inside. And here he asks me to open the door, getting into the car through the trunk (this was a universal, like a moscovite). I can’t speak, the old man. I have agreed. He successfully entered and opened the door. For that, he gave me 50 rubles with one paper. I refused, but he insisted.

Now I remember and think it's just shit: A twelve-year-old boy goes into the trunk of a car to an unknown person on his request and all this happens in garages, where there was no one at the time. For the fullness of the picture, it was not enough that it all happened in the evening, but no, it was the second half of the day, it was still light on the street.

I wanted to say that morality - trust people, but no, well...