How began my path.

I was not going to steal. I just walked very sad, tipsy. It was February, the worst month in Russia. Suddenly, among the snowstorm, this Pyaterochka circle appeared on me. I realized that I really wanted a chocolate bar. I go, there is no money with you. And, okay, I was not drunk, but terribly drunk. The evening was just disgusting, for the money to go far to the house, just unavailable, and yes, I put a chocolate in my pocket. But I decided that if they were caught, it was a pity that it was only with chocolate, and I took another Russian cheese. With this set and an absolutely indifferent face - realizing that I am now in a desperate situation, and even February, in general, I have nothing to lose - I passed by the cash register...