I live on the first floor, I decided to go to the store, I go out to the entrance and I hear from above, the third floor conversation between the mother and the little child. The child will find that he is tired and will not go anywhere, and his mother threatens him that he will now close the door and throw him in the entrance. Well, something dragged me, he lifted up his head and said with a terrible voice: “Let it go, I will take it!”

From the top, a clear thing, a whisper, a fast top and a cotton door. I insisted to go further. Twenty minutes later I come back with a package of food, and at the entrance there are mints. I approached and asked what happened.

So, they say, a maniac is caught.