It was the story of a fat brother, a twin.
I was an investigator in the district department at the end of the 1980s. Two grandmothers at the entrance saw a man with a bag come out of the window and called us. The man of this they knew, by the end of the day we detained him, things from the theft were seized in his apartment, he was sanctioned and in SIZO. Three days later, he knocked on the door. The thief comes in. I almost sat down – he’s in jail!! And he smiled, "I am a twin brother, we live together in the same apartment." I generally got worse - they will start to roll on each other, and everything to prove that Vasya came out of the window, not Petya? Illegal arrest is good if you are just expelled from work, and you can earn a sentence. The CPS was still there. We run to witnesses – grandmothers and... O happiness! In one voice: "This is for you they are the same, but they grew in our eyes, we distinguish them very well, they are different." I let go.