How in Tyumen they caught a man with a pistol, and I helped
On a beautiful sunny day on June 25, around 18.10, I went to Melnikaite, 89. It was literally three minutes. Having passed house number 95 and getting ready to turn into the courtyard, I saw a strange guy. Skinny, tall, with a fresh bandage on his torso and a plastered right arm, he somehow slowly walked from the Rainbow store along Reebok, that is, at house No. 93. He swayed and looked insane. Bruises were visible from under his T-shirt, as if he had just been bandaged.