I was robbed by a 5-year-old boy today. I bought lemonade in the machine, a mother with a child approaches the neighboring terminal. While my mother was forging in the terminal, the boy, with a hard-working movement, swept his hand into the pot of my machine, where he handed over. He stands quietly and waits for the coins to sink, while looking at me, thinking I can’t see because I was wearing very dark glasses. Suddenly he touches someone’s left 5 rubles, thinks it’s my hand and puts it in his pocket. Here, my delivery broke up, I collected it and left, and the boy probably worried for a long time that he missed such a big bowl.