I walked along the street from the parking lot. The time was around 12, and I always carry the injury on the belt with me, the area is not quiet. Then two policemen approach me, one older than the other younger. The young starts a dialogue.
Hi Sir, this is like this.
I: Hey hello to you.
M: Please provide documents for carrying and storing firearms.
I am in a stupor: I don’t have such ones with me. And then, apparently, the young man understands that he has roasted some hernia, begins to red under the old man's whim, apologizes and leaves. The poor earned.