Stealing a good book is not a sin.

One of my good acquaintances has such a quiet passion - the collection of all sorts of signs and other street and not only rarities. The whole room is covered and hooked. “Stop the first wagon,” he said. Repair work is underway!Road signs, indicators of settlements, and other things.
She pulls them from wherever she can. It is quite understandable that with such a hobby in her bag there is always a pair of switches and flat blades. One day after the interview (on the work, which she was eventually not taken), she left the office, irritatedly knocked the door, looked around, and immediately gambled a bronze tablet with the inscription "Head of the personnel department of Sulejmanov Sergey Denisovich" from that door.
That is, each such thing has not only something of its own, but also has a history.
Friends, knowing her passion, also sometimes pull interesting things.
But mostly all this is extracted in city trips, on walks, and other casual ways. She does not hunt for rarities specifically, but if she looked at something, then the fate of this "something" is inevitable.

Once, she needed blood from her nose and a sign with the name of the train.
Moscow is wet. Not “Russia”, not “Moscow-Vladivostok”, but this one. Then she took a friend with her, so that it wasn't so scary, and under the cover of the night they penetrated into the territory of the barracks in the area.
At the Yaroslavl station, they found the desired train, and the plaque was ringed.
And on both! The guards immediately attached them.
They were brought to the line department, drafted a protocol, and already intended to release. But here a friend, having found out that she was not going to give a plate even under the protocol, arranged a debush, caught up in the rarity, and scratched two line police officers. As a result, it was not possible to defend the plaque, and instead of it, a case of theft and hooliganism took place at the place of residence.
The case for insignificance was transferred to the department of the district, and one evening he went to her with a search. Well, maybe not with a search, but simply to take testimonies. The fact is that when he entered her room, he looked around, whistled, and wavered.
Then he took off his coat, wiped out his forehead, and suddenly said, pointing somewhere in the corner:
and oh! I do not have this case closed yet!
In the corner hanged a standard light box with the inscription "Carl Marx Street, d. 19”

He did not write the protocol, only strictly threatened the criminal with his finger, took the box, and left happy.
And the next evening he suddenly knocked on the door, and slightly embarrassed stretched out a plastic bag with the words "It's for you!"
She carefully took the bag, opened it, and surprised to get out an old, slightly scratched, heavily blurred and one-angle plaque.
Head of the 1st Special Division of VCHK Friedman O. S is.”