We have such an office – Rosinkas. Incasters, the most famous part of them. In the city, these guys work – just a look. The suspicion itself, the caution itself. Coming to the facility exactly as scheduled, the machine is placed so that all dangerous directions are closed by the edges of the armor. They never relax. The hand is always on the weapon.
The eye is ornamental, insightful. Superman and only. Apart from jokes. Just a prof. But also on the old lady there is... wow, about the movement and the talk.

We stopped smoking on the side. Someone wanted to go to the toilet (and the toilet in the forest - it is everywhere), someone - just sit on the windmill with a cigarette. The place, unlike the swamped, grown urticaria sides, stretching many kilometers, is just great - small pine trees, moss, soft grass. Once upon a time, according to the tracks, the motorists stopped.
And here, in this most beautiful place, I stumbled upon a grey sack.

Step to side. When did you see the bag? I saw it and I knew it immediately. A very modest bag, fitted with a metal lock, nothing special. Smooth as such. Probably not empty... But there was no desire to check. If you open or scatter the bag with a knife, the pyrotechnic works inside, and all the money, and at the same time the opening, is poured with unwashable paint. This is a trap for fools. Painted money won’t take you anywhere to know. In short, the finding is interesting, but useless.

But I did not refuse to take her with me. The hell knows why. After a few miles, we were rewarded. A gray UAZ-conal-buchanka, a typical armor with the emblem of ROSINKAS, slipped along the edge, even through the blue-colored armor glass was visible, as people sitting inside looked into the bushes and grass. I even felt the weight of a beast sitting on their necks called the Big Dog. Losing a bag of money.

Effective is when you do something thoughtfully and prepared. We did it effectively without preparation, with an explosion. The door of our
“Nissan” opens to the left (right-handed minibus), it opened, right in front of a dull nose armor-UAZ dropped into the dust of a bag of money... No scene.
Rick of the motorcycle taking away from the bus... I hope these rabbits believed in God!

And as the bag got on the side – that’s all. Cash collectors handle money simply and carelessly, spinning their bags just on the floor of their armor. From my experience, I had to work as an insider. Here they brought the revenue from some distant village, and stopped smoking and writing on the road. He took the bag and fell unnoticed.
Grey-green, in green grass... But, honestly, I would like to be in the place of the same guy, to find out what it is: first, it is brave to fucking a whole bag of money, and then, already accustomed to the thought of the coming, get it back. This is the adrenaline, poor man.