<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:tt="http://teletype.in/" xmlns:opensearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/"><title>archi</title><author><name>archi</name></author><id>https://teletype.in/atom/mendozka.x158x</id><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://teletype.in/atom/mendozka.x158x?offset=0"></link><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://teletype.in/@mendozka.x158x?utm_source=teletype&amp;utm_medium=feed_atom&amp;utm_campaign=mendozka.x158x"></link><link rel="next" type="application/rss+xml" href="https://teletype.in/atom/mendozka.x158x?offset=10"></link><link rel="search" type="application/opensearchdescription+xml" title="Teletype" href="https://teletype.in/opensearch.xml"></link><updated>2026-10-24T08:39:34.235Z</updated><entry><id>mendozka.x158x:B1IB8Pa4E</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://teletype.in/@mendozka.x158x/B1IB8Pa4E?utm_source=teletype&amp;utm_medium=feed_atom&amp;utm_campaign=mendozka.x158x"></link><title>How began my path.</title><published>2019-02-10T08:52:13.907Z</published><updated>2019-02-10T08:52:13.907Z</updated><summary type="html">&lt;img src=&quot;https://teletype.in/files/15/15de1071-0e93-4d14-9f8c-8a789d9c9d70.png&quot;&gt;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...</summary><content type="html">
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  &lt;p&gt;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!&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;
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  &lt;p&gt;# x158x #shoplift # shoplifting # SPNZDNLI # bought # rendered #shoplifting #bts #nature #ikon # generous store&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p&gt;# a lot of tough # munching # tool&lt;/p&gt;

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