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When " Norik "fully recovered, during his last interrogation, instead of answering a number of questions posed to him unfriendly officer, the thief only said – "on the occasion of our meeting – you Hello from Hela."

After these words he swung back in his chair, and there was a loud clang of an interrogation, from a blow to the long-suffering tile of a heavy iron empty chair. Sergei Narkunski vanished into thin air, in the box the camera was only one perplexed officer. This is the essence of 1911 ended.

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On a bright Sunny day, not far from the busy city Park at the kiosk with hot dogs was, to put it mildly, a full man in a plaid shirt. In one hand he barely held two double hot dogs, and the other, stuffed in his mouth all that was left of the third. Passers-by involuntarily on the face appeared the smile of such ungainly proportions of a citizen, who famously dealt with the hot dogs. Short legs, big shoes, hanging on the belly of a shirt, curly hair developing. And of course a mixture of ketchup and mayonnaise around the mouth.

– Buddy, looking at how you brutally dealt with the last sausage, we can conclude that they once greatly annoyed you,-the voice of a middle – aged man who came to the kiosk very well dressed and decently trimmed.

– Yes, there was one story in my childhood I got a hot dog without the sausage, ' said the fat man.

– Good to see you, Wrapper, in good health. You must have forgotten we agreed to meet at the restaurant. Why fill your belly with hot dogs before a feast?

"Come on, old man," the fat man answered again, wiping his napkin, " if I hadn't been on my way to the restaurant by now, this kiosk would have made a sales plan for me a month in advance. And I so lightly to break up, come on, you guys have probably gathered.

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