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At the end of autumn, the yellow leaves were falling from trees, it was getting colder and colder, the wind began to blow more furiously. Over

and over again, I could hear that terrible noise from the pipes of the plant nearby, so even the windows started vibrating. One day, I god tired of that and put on my coat and went outside for a walk.

The streets were grey; the dilapidated nine-storey buildings were making me melancholic. Not having walked even 200 yards, I noticed a group of about thirty guys breaking into a garage in the middle of the day. It was pretty funny and seemed as if the ants swarmed all around a sugar cube. They were doing it in front of all people in the street. I kept thinking, “In how many minutes will the police come?” The people were shouting from the opposite houses,

“Stop it! I’m calling the police! It’s outrageous!”

Those guys didn’t pay any attention to the angry people.

They drove out Russian car “Zaporozhets” from that garage and put one of their friends behind the steering wheel. Then, all the rest began to push the car down a small hill.

Suddenly, when they were in the middle of the hill, they heard the sirens and saw police cars. Everyone fled leaving the poor driver in trouble. The door in the car got stuck, he couldn’t open it and the brakes didn’t work.

As a result, he was convicted of car theft and was sent to prison.