Recently there was a story about a boy who stole soldiers in a kindergarten, for which he was educated correctly. But when education does not help, destiny intervenes.

I had a classmate who loved stealing from first class. Everything, always and everybody. What is beautiful and pleasant, it steals. But he turned everything so beautifully that it was impossible to catch him "on the hot".
So when he was beaten, he was not beaten hard, and he continued.

In high school, he no longer stole from his classmates (see the beat helped), but stole elsewhere. And with laughter and joy he told us about his successes. For some reason, he special popularity with bulbs, he twisted them everywhere (once even in the police department twisted when he was dragged there for something).

Eventually he stopped in the elevator. In the elevators, he twisted the bulbs, pulled out the buttons, ripped off the corners by which the side panels are attached, as well as these side panels themselves. The question “why?” He replied, “I don’t know, it’s funny.”

I have not seen him for a long time. I only heard sometimes that he liked elevators as he did before, and then forgot about him.

But almost 10 years after we graduated from school, we met by chance.
I asked him, of interest, where he worked.
in the elevator.
Oh yeah? And who?
The repair...
A. What are you doing?
I fix the elevators. You can’t imagine how many pirates you have.
The lights that lifts break, buttons burn.