In 2008, after the army, I worked in one of the retail chains for the sale of household appliances, I received a good ZP. And here we have a boy, Pasha, under the protection of the leadership. Everyone seemed to be away from him, but I quickly found a common language with him (per because of the same age). This is preface.

It was after the salary, on the street is summer, no clouds in the sky, we decided Pacha and I to walk after work, drink a beer, meet some girls. Near the job I drank a bottle, then on the road, then jumped into the cafe I ordered a shaurma because I was hungry after work. We then headed to Lenin Square, a little wandering around it, and met two ladies. I remember one beautiful woman who was a writer. Landed on the bench, beer by the river, girls one by one disappear somewhere, we walk. And then my stomach tells me that the shaurma was not very good quality, turns and asks out. A pasha here offers "Driven to me, the apartment is free", the girls supported, I feel I won't get to Pachino's house, which is at the other end of the city. I say let’s go without me, Pacha insists, and my bottom is breaking out already, only I think how to get home faster, lived in two quarters. I promptly agreed that I would go home and go home to Pashka. I run to the parking lot, catch the first taxi and drive 2 quarters to the house. As I got to a white friend I don’t remember what I remember is that at midnight I couldn’t get away from him and for 15 minutes, Pashka called me until 2 o’clock and then disappeared from communication. I did not give importance.

In the morning not sleeping meal to work, I call Pacha he is not accessible, which is strange. It is not at work, neither before nor after the opening of the store. Close to lunch I agreed with the director to take a taxi home to check what happened to him. Then he goes into the store himself. I’ll ask him how and where he disappeared. He told me. We came with these ladies to him home, on the road jumping into the nightmare, purchased champagne, candy, etc. and so on. After I drank a couple of glasses of shampoo and all, he says, I don’t remember anything. In the morning I woke up on the floor in the hall, the entrance door was covered, there was no money, no phone, they took out the TV, DVD, gold, in general, it was good. Paška to the neighbor to call the menta, those who came accepted the application, checked the fingers (no fingerprints), cracked and left. And here Pacha asks me, "You remember them on the face, can you describe them? "And I only remember that one was beautiful, and all, well, and something else wanted to fuck. And it turns out that he and I do not even remember the general description of these virgins.

So I stayed with my wallet and the bag without it.