I’m in the store, I choose. Saturday, the silence and grace. The idyllia is violated by a police force of seven or eight men under the leadership of a brave captain. The squad flies into the store and resolutely moves to the corner with pirate products. What a corner! The lawyers of Adobe and Micro-soft when they see these disks run out of poison and make many-kilometre appeals. Even more though! The goods, worth tens of thousands of dollars, a generous Russian soul estimated in some 150 rubles. The sellers pale, red, especially impressive eat not to faint. Someone is turning the phone. The captain takes a few discs from the stand, handed them to everyone in the squad and issued the immortal phrase: "For the last time I say to you, ballbets, the pirate discs look like this! Not to be embarrassed anymore. Everyone goes to the market. The squad leaves the store and departs towards the nearest market.