We were constantly robbed of potatoes. We got tired and we set up wolf traps. Who doesn't know, wolf traps are when you dig a small hole, about half-knee, put a plate with nails at the bottom of the hole with the blades up. So, then it turned out that the neighbors stole (as unexpectedly), the son and mother were trapped. When the ambulance and the police arrived, they said we attacked them and all that. The district immediately understood it. We just got scared, because we didn’t have time for strong trials. It turned out in vain. The son of the neighbor decided to punish us, decided to rob our mansion with a friend. But they were immediately our hot footprints and gave them 1.5 years. The conclusion: a friend of the neighbor's son died of tuberculosis in prison, and the son broke up with companions and they severely injured his leg, which eventually amputated him. When the one came out, the mother of the deceased and the neighbor began to blame us for everything, a typical reaction of the hunters. But it was very surprising that the country community stood up for them, say young guys you destroyed, think of potatoes and dacha, life is more important. The house was quickly sold and left. The morality? He knows what morality is there. But I don’t regret anything, neither the neighbor’s son nor his friend.