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. When I came out, I covered a terrible ecstasy: I got this chocolate and this cheese, an expensive product - 200 rubles for some three sandwiches!

In twenty minutes walk you could reach “ATAK”. And there is not that blind zones, the whole “ATAK” is a blind zone. And I suffered. I took a backpack and threw in there everything that fit in it. I didn’t know about the limit after which criminal responsibility begins, and I picked up some impressive and indistinct set of snacks for vino. With all this, she came home and dumped it on the table. A surprised neighbor looked at me, and my drunken eyes were watering from happiness. And we broke up with half of all this goodness at one time. So began my journey.

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