I stand, smoke on the balcony, night in the courtyard, 2 o'clock at night. A man goes in a cap and approaches the neighbor’s car, which looks like in the trunk. Although the house was new and only arrived for a month, but a couple of neighbors remembered. And it was clearly not he, in the sense of not the owner. I know him and the guy like go off the car, I know the owner and it’s obviously not you. When I get out, I break my skull and get there. He goes away well. And went away. I was glad I didn’t have to go out. What a bad thief, absolutely.

The next evening, the owner of this car approaches and says thank you for the type you noticed and drove out. I don’t want to help, neighbors need to help. How do you know that? And he - that's what I was, but I didn't take risks, suddenly drunk, not recognized from a distance and you don't recognize nearby and actually dressed up, decided to leave.

He stood dumb, he was not ashamed.