You can be innocent a thousand times, but don’t go to the police without a lawyer.
(A known lawyer

I had a longtime client and companion. Not on the bench - bread to eat and coffee in the park to drink, but on the bars. Not hard, but in any case – offensive and with consequences.

The case was so.

On an autumn, dark, rainy November evening, this gentle and hearty idylist went out on the six-lane Jurmal Highway. Charitable highway: flat asphalt in places, acceleration and braking lanes, a two-meter fence and a fighter separates it. In the summer - limit of 100, in the winter - 90. Not without defects, but who without them? There are no lights anywhere. Somewhere a fence – as if his mol had eaten. But overall not bad. Do it better and then criticize, right? There are pedestrian bridges. and two.

But I distracted. It happens.

There was nowhere to rush our hero, so when at the end of the speed lane a pair of bombs jumped across, the speed of his racing car was about 70 km/h. Having demonstrated the wonders of extreme driving, our hero almost managed to circumvent them. It is hardly counted. He grabbed one with a mirror, and the other with a strong pencil on the back door.

“What did the bomziki do when they crossed a six-band road with a fence in the dark?“Ask of you. And I will tell you that you are not local! Locals know: on the other side of this route there are "houses" and garden houses.

Yes Yes Yes! The same gardens, where the plantations are carried in the summer and where the bomziki inhabit in the winter, simultaneously burn these houses, going to meet Peter or Petteris, depending on the location. Everyone can meet the owner of the house in the spring in his house. And some of them have the view of the veteran of hot spots and the cynicism of the pathologist. But I was distracted again. It happens.

While our hero was running around the car and called an ambulance, police, a bombardment who got the door in his ass, took his feet in his hands and, successfully repeating the attempt to storm the citadel, literally left the gardens. The second, having tried, realized that the meeting with the mirror did not go without consequences, and with a broken edge you can not escape far. I agree. I know by myself.

From the protocol of the road police is known that in the conditions of poor visibility, in the dark time of day, without reflectors, the victims crossed the multi-band highway in the wrong place, one victim was in the state of alcoholic intoxication... and further on the text. Get, sign up, no, we do not take the rights, wait for an answer.

The answer came in a couple of weeks. The initiation of a criminal case. This is always the case when there are victims. They are light and medium. Broken ribs and broken ass.

The investigation began and here we remember the epigram. Never, hear, never go alone to meetings if you are mentioned in a criminal case! Don’t go out in Africa and meet with an investigator alone.

Everything is simple and sad:
“Say, my dear and naive friend, could you avoid the clash?
Not at all, dear detective.
Why do you think so? Oh the naive citizen!
It was dark, and they jumped out right in front of the hood.
Do you want to drive slower? Could you stop, you think?
I was driving 70km instead of 90km. They jumped out...
But the rules do not prohibit you from driving 50 km/h. 90 km/h is the maximum speed limit, not the minimum speed. The minimum speed sign looks like white numbers on a blue background on a round sign.
"But after all, the flow speed was 90 km/h and I needed to fit into the stream!
Thank you, I have no more questions.

And there was an investigative experiment, but in the day and in the dry time.

And there was a trial, but through Zoom.

And our hero-idealist was sentenced to one month in prison and one year on condition. By way of way, depriving him of his rights for three years and issuing a sentence, which he will bear for the next ten years, and which will prosecute him after repayment. As long as he does not violate the rules for another year. any of them. Otherwise, a conditional year like those pants becomes real.

What about the bombs, you ask? They are all well, I think. The second, like the first, escaped. Only the next day. From the hospital. They were not in court. There was no lawyer. It’s not my fault, our hero said.

Until the last moment he waited for the judge to say, “Well, it’s absurd! The man is innocent!" or the prosecutor with a clever smile ticks under the ribs and says, "How we played you! You were filmed with a hidden camera!”

No one said. As far as the camera is concerned, it almost worked.