In my courtyard, the alkashi, (judging by their screams and words, serving the term in the zone), occupied the roof of the neighboring house, sat and bowed from evening hours to two in the night, on the staircase of the staircase into the basement. Or, screams, clashes, prison jargon. Bottles, garbage... Appeals to the police gave nothing.

I invented. He went to work in the morning, and with a balloon of car paint (specially purchased) wrote on the wall of the house: "Blue Cock Bar".

The first three days after that, I came home from work, put a chair on the balcony, and it))))

It has been two years, my inscription has long been painted, but nobody still sits there and drinks.