Five years ago, I filmed a documentary about crime: bandits, fints, mints...
Filmed in the apartment and on the street.
The scene of throwing a man out of the window on the ninth floor.
The man is ready, the cameras are ready, waiting for the team.
Under the window, I give the last instructions to the menta, I return to the camera, the local grandmother immediately rolls.
Did you come here with the police of non-payers for the apartment to rent?
Why the nonpayers?
Soon there was an advertisement with the debtors on the house.
- A...Now vooon from that window the police will throw out the non-payer, and we
We filmed...
How would he throw it out?
What else to do with him...? He did not work, did not study, owed two.
The Month...
With these words I call the operator in the apartment... “Camera motor! “We went!”
From the ninth floor, a man is thrown out. The coins immediately load him into a police gazelle. I scream “Stop! It was! Thank you, the war is over!”
Grandmother's legs are ripped, she quietly goes to her goods on the bench.

While the group loaded cameras and cables, I listened to the grandmothers’ conversation on the bench.
The firearms threw the man out of the house, I know him. He has that year
My mother died, so quiet... he drank the truth.
It is horror!
What is horror? If you chew, watch TV, you pay for it.
No electricity, let’s go.
Right, order must be, a strong hand is needed.

Man is accustomed to everything.