Hunting is a bum! (Rogue, a pedophile ... you want to insert) Mayor of Chita complained that he had no license to shoot the homeless " United Russia, Anatoly Mikhalev complained that homeless people require the State to the same cost as the workers, but not give nothing in return. "Unfortunately, we do not have a license to shoot the homeless, and other legitimate ways to cope with them today," - said the Academy Award-Worthy citizen - a grateful Russia ".
Watch out was much more interesting. On the roof there was nobody, just a lot of bottles stood in the protective border. While there was no plastic bottles. At the bottom of the column demonstrators swarmed like ants. We have collected all the bottles are found and started throwing them at the demonstration. We are not throwing at people, that was the game. We tried to get into the empty space between the columns. Front of the column usually rode the bus or a truck decorated with flags and lined with plywood on it was also interesting to throw. Bottle ran out and we still stayed for a few minutes on the roof. At this time of each exit on the roof, the number of entrances ments began to appear, one by one and two. My mouth was dry. Oleg behaved calmly. He said that we just went to the roof and in front of us here who's been there, but they have already fled. They asked us where we live, we will gladly say that we are out of this house. We went down through the third entrance. We went to the entrance of Oleg, where duty KGB officer in civilian clothes. He was a color TV, and in a drawer in which he sat there lay a real gun. On the question of whether he knows us, he immediately confirmed. After several tedious minutes and whispering, we were passed out on bail. Once the police left, Oleg asked the officer where he touched his bike. Streets were still clogged with people, and riding on bicycle did not work. We found a quiet spot on the waterfront, where you could even hide in the landing. Silently sat on the grass and fell silent. I do not recall any detailed discussion. Ahead of us was a lot of children's experiences and adventures ...
We met a lot of years, when I returned to his hometown from far and desolate places in the Polar Urals. night on our quiet street is often shot at, so we preferred to live in a closed and well guarded housing estate.
I learned how to shoot, work on the computer and drive a car. Appeared and disappeared, new people, each of which named identically, Instructor ... Then these people as it suddenly ran out and I have recently added free time.
think it was in the fall. The boys sat in the club «Golden Nights», chatted, drank absinthe, watching strip-show ...
Oleg came to them, as I stood in the doorway. The boy immediately understood why we had come. - It's time to - what?
- It's time to bring down rogue! - Laugh Oleg.
We went into the street to the parking lot where there was a Hummer. Oleg opened the back door and we saw laid out weapons - pistols, sniper rifles, carbines, shotgun, assault rifles - an arsenal. It was a tradition, the boy had to choose the weapon.
In our dash, he learned to shoot from all weapons, even among those which was not there, but now - with surprise - he did not know what to choose. Oleg noticed his indecision.
- from rifles to bring down rogue uninteresting - said he said. - Is that from the "uzi", but here we must be able to cut it in half, then cool. And so easy to get a sieve - nekayfovoe. Pistol - it is also required skill to plant the rogue bullet between the eyes. Sniper Rifle - for girls.
boy remembered my lessons and choose Kalashnikovs and bullets with a displaced center of gravity.
I knew that Oleg tried everything, even a crossbow. I sat behind the wheel, and the boy opened the hatch on the roof. This is not a safari, Oleg laughed ...
rogue ride on the subway, minibuses and cars cheap-pimped. Therefore, and catching them is necessary in the appropriate places. I chose the subway. The time was later rogue already returned from work, came across mostly unsightly stariche, neglamurnoy bevy of young people with cans of beer in hand, nasty aunt. I was thinking to go to the district Khrushchev, where the rogue can be found when he put out the trash, but he was lucky. From the metro went lone rogue. What is it, I realized at once - a middle-aged, dressed in some shabby jacket Chinese or Turkish origin - BU! - Worn-out shoes, some sort of leather cap on his head. With a case in hand. Yes, yes, with case under the big professional camera!
He walked past the stalls, turned the corner of the house and went through the area toward a large long house, in which rogue live in an ant hill that they call apartments. And yet they call these houses home-ships. Gee!
Since I pre-ride around this station, I knew what to do. In place of the full kerf, jumped on a platform between the home and rogue, hit the brakes right at trodden rogue path and simultaneously turned the car 180 degrees, so that the door was just opposite him. Rogue froze, not knowing what was happening. The boy took the clamped between the knees machine, shrugged stopper, put it on single, opened the door and jumped out of the Hummer vehicle. All this took him by force two or three seconds. Rogue stunned looked at him and then I saw to my delight it narrow glasses. In some luck, I had time to think.
boy hesitated. Rogue took out a camera and started taking pictures of us. First, his hands trembling, then he calmed down.
bullet hit him in the stomach and exited through his neck. He fell like an empty bag.
On the other hand Hammer went Oleg, slowly walked over to lying in the mud rogue.
- Exactly one bullet whiz!
He returned to the car, handed me a bottle of cognac. It was cool, Brandy came very even. The boy poured coffee from a thermos. And he Oleg began to ring round everyone should. First flown crew of NTV, a rather pretty girl-reporter questioned the boy, what feelings he experienced after he killed his first rogue. In his excitement he wove something unintelligible - then, when looking at our news on cable, I even got excited, but Oleg said that the boy looked very courageously with a gun in his hand. Then the police came, Oleg gave them 100 bucks, a senior and five hundred, and they began to deal with formalities. Already after as trupovozka took away the body of rogue, which we were approached by a senior, it seems, the captain, saluted and said the rogue named Dimitrov, he worked for the Met-Art, a leading photographer. Even I'm jealous of the boy-a crystal steep rogue is not always possible to fill up. On the map the cameras were our pictures and teen girly awkwardly posed.
According to the news was told that the boy had flunked known pedophile wanted by Interpol.
boy has torn the phone. Rang Santa himself, congratulated him with the first, he said that tomorrow it will be a surprise. Surprise, incidentally, was a brand new Bentley. Then they started to call friends - the message that he flunked rogue, even such, quickly slid sms kami all ours.
When we returned to the club, it started just rejoicing. Familiar and unfamiliar businessmen, politicians, deputies, senators, journalists, writers, makeup artists, musicians and singers come up to us, shook the boy's hand, kissed, left their business cards. Phoned best friend Oleg, who then worked as a vice prime minister for Social Affairs and said that he was proud that his friend has grown so wonderful son.
As it should - from rogue since left any children - I was just a nightclub on the communicator ordered and paid in on-line store gaming console Sony playstation-3, and his wife, a fancy food processor - we are not fascists! - And then straightened it all to them by DHL to the address that we have left cops. Lived Dimitrov in the Czech Republic, and came here to shoot.
Celebrate further we then went to our village to the country and that's where the boy went to our neighbor, have a rest at the parents After studying at Harvard. He had long had his eye on her, but to this day, with no signs of reciprocity from her side. And then she went and what is whispered in the boy's ear.
I went up to the attic and looked at the little box next problem, where a neighbor dragged the boy. Perhaps he noticed the glint of binoculars, because it quickly drew the curtains. For the boy could not help worrying. I sat down and climbed up on the Internet's favorite Met-Art. Yeah, Dimitrov exhibited under the pseudonym Rylsky. I realized that the familiar was in the name nischebroda.Teper I knew who was shooting these pictures. It was the first rogue who I remember ...
Kill a bum! (Based on the story commari «Kill rogue ").
very bad then again beaten in prison and on the zones. I wanted to call friends and learn the details, but I'm afraid someone might find out all sit in the punishment cell. Usually after such a state of emergency declare a quarantine, relatives are not allowed to receive visits, to be less leaks. 