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Foreword
Group fun is a pleasure, frankly, for an amateur. Whether it's about bedding, team sports, wall-to-wall fighting, or sniffing out convenience stores. A group of people inevitably gives rise to much larger problems than individual races, especially in such a specific area as crime. Especially if a group of enthusiasts consists of barely fledgling young men, in whose blood the hormone is bubbling, their pockets are empty, and the brave strength is enough for everything.
At this age, no one wants to work honestly and for a penny, but not everyone comes up with the idea of picking up a firearm and boarding outlets, raking out cash registers and seducing frightened saleswomen. However, first things first. Province, early summer, girls in short skirts and thrillingly light dresses. But there is no money ...
True story
Three boys, Oleg, Vitalik and Sanya have been friends since childhood. Unlike many, they were lucky - the families in which they happened to be born were prosperous, did not experience serious financial difficulties and gave the children everything. As you know, you can feed a child, you can dress him, you can give him for drawing or in the boxing section. You can do everything except two things - you cannot give him your brains and your conscience. And if with the first the guys everything was fine, then the questions of conscience were at the very outskirts of the youthful consciousness. Which could not but lead to problems of an understandable nature.
All three were university students: two economists and a civil engineer. In this regard, questions with the army did not bother the guys, there was a carriage time, and there were so many women around that their eyes widen. But - " to love girls, you need to be rich ", as the classic of Russian chanson with the ambiguous surname Petliura sang in his time. Because they don't give it at all for free, and if they do, it's such that in a hungry year you won't covet. Bars, flowers, gifts - all this required certain expenses, and the pocket money allocated by the parents was categorically not enough for these purposes.
The boys wanted money, but they really didn't want to go to jail. Therefore, rotten options such as drug distribution with bookmarks, banal gop-stops in dark alleys and fraud with counterfeit money on Avito were not even considered. The guys are literate, they read stetey in the telegram and the shadow forums. They explain in detail that the mortgagor lives at large for an average of two months, that for a group of people they give a lot, and there is little exhaust on their hands, and that the scheme with a fake is the last century. They looked towards fraud, but lacked legal expertise. And the age for spinning really interesting scams is too small - it does not inspire confidence in customers.
Therefore, they decided to stop at the good old robbery. Just so as not to offend people in vain and not take unnecessary sin on their souls, they decided to rob the convenience stores, not to touch anyone with a finger, but only to frighten. For frightening, they adapted a double-barreled sawn-off shotgun, discovered at the dacha by one of the guys - at one time, as it turned out during the investigation, it was made by the young man's grandfather, in order to protect the infield from envious neighbors. But in spite of their young age, they approached the issues of planning actions competently.
Having abandoned the idea of spontaneous raids, we prepared for each of the events seriously. They prepared escape routes, studied the routes of movement of police patrol crews, calculated the approximate arrival time of the private security company, if they were guarding the facility, ascertained the presence / absence of CCTV cameras in the store itself and on the approach- exit routes. We tried to take into account all the little things that could later lead the law enforcement agencies on the trail, for which purpose we watched more than one or two documentaries filmed about the activities of already caught colleagues in the craft.
Moreover, they attracted a boy friend, a lawyer, who selected sentences in similar cases in open sources and studied them to identify the most common mistakes. And he also delved into the peculiarities of the formation of the evidence base in similar cases.
The first attack was made on a convenience store on the outskirts of the city, not for the sake of money, but for a test of strength. They took from there about thirty thousand rubles in money and a bottle of expensive alcohol as a nice bonus. The saleswoman did not even have time to get scared: a young girl in her twenties, rather pretty, said only that they spoke very politely, and even complimented her hair and eyes. There was a feeling that she even liked everything, and she would not refuse a second meeting with three neat and polite robbers ... That, as you know, acts demoralizing on novice bandits: sensing impunity, a week later they began to plan the next raid.
This time, the target was another round-the-clock pavilion, whose security guard was rumored to buy phones, tablets and laptops from local marginalized people, not disdaining jewelry. The raiders did not plan to take the equipment, but they reasoned sensibly: if he buys, then he has money with him. Not hundreds of thousands, of course, but fifty or sixty rubles will be typed in different ways. Plus the cash register.
In the course of this expropriation, a blank shot had to be fired - the guard tried to resist, but was completely demoralized by the shot, realized his mistake and hastily gave the money. The box office turned out to be about fifteen thousand - the owner took out the proceeds during the day, in total it turned out a little less than seventy thousand. After this episode in the city criminal investigation department, the management turned the tails of the operatives and cut the task: to catch the impudent people and punish them demonstratively. For while they are shooting blanks, of course, but they are acting boldly, harmoniously and in an organized manner - which means that the likelihood that at some point there will be shots using live ammunition increases many times over.
Opera began to wool the urban fauna, but one factor played a role here: the guys were not in any way included in the criminal life of the city. They did not communicate in criminal circles, did not indulge in drugs, did not boast of their successes to anyone, and it turned out to be impossible to identify them by means of an auxiliary apparatus. The situation was aggravated by the fact that some clear head in the city police department came to the idea that such coherence indicates that either former or current law enforcement officers are involved in the planning or execution of the encroachments. The development of this version began, and the search began knocking wheels on the wrong path - neither the boys nor their parents had anything to do with the law enforcement system. And to be fair, we didn't plan to have it.
In the meantime, the young people were finally convinced that only clinical idiots were working in the police and, discarding all shame and caution, decided to take something serious for the third time. How long can you work on small things, they say? What is seventy rubles for three? Twenty per brother, three days for a walk with the girls, and that's it - again a crisis. They were visited by a reasonable thought: if we take it, it should be done on a large scale, so that it would be enough for at least a month. That is, two million. Better yet, three. Where can you find that kind of money? Only in credit or microfinance organizations.
Only they are, the bourgeois not cut, security is most often organized according to the mind, and not by the forces of guards from among the persons of southern nationalities. There, and you can get resistance, in the end. And, as we remember, the young humanists did not want to shoot. Although live ammunition, loaded with coarse shot, was stored in the garage of one of the friends next to the sawn-off shotgun. So, just in case.
But that's why we have Russia, and not Europe, exhausted from lack of spirituality - carelessness is everywhere. Therefore, the choice fell on a branch of one domestic bank, known for its client-oriented credit policy and microscopic offices, which were often located and are located on the first floors of standard residential buildings. So that, then, the population could always throw a yoke of credit around their necks regarding the purchase of a new refrigerator or a wedding in the style of the film "Bitter". It took the longest to prepare for this raid, since they were going to implement it in the daytime. The town, albeit not large, is one thing to be heroic at night, when the streets are empty, and another thing during the day - the likelihood of complications multiplies.
They went to work at four o'clock in the afternoon, after two weeks of monitoring the department. By the way, for which I need to say a special thank you to the young men, they neatly recorded all their observations, and not just anywhere, but in Google Docs - creating a file there with three common access for them, where the data were entered into specially compiled plates. A new generation, what can I say - tell the swindlers from the 90s about such an innovation, it would be laughter ... This is on the one hand, but on the other - there is a systematic approach to work. The proposal for the introduction of new technologies was put forward by a civil engineer, which is expected. A techie is a techie.
The plan was as follows: two people enter the department itself. One takes aim at the cashier and puts forward a demand for the transfer of money, the second at this time, threatening the guard with a pneumatic pistol, suppresses his attempts to resist. As a starting point, they took the fact that the cashier would press the button anyway, so there was a third outside. His task was to detonate an IED (improvised explosive device) by throwing it into a trash can a dozen meters from the entrance to the bank. What for? In case he sees the approach of the private security company or the police, in this way it was planned to divert the attention of the arriving law enforcement officers and gain a few extra tens of seconds.
They planned to hide separately, hiding the loot in a predetermined place, in a small park a couple of kilometers from the scene of action. Don't come home, get rid of weapons and clothes, etc. etc. In principle, the plan was good, and in some case it could even be successfully implemented, but everything went through the nth place - luck is never endless. Firstly, the security guard, a former career soldier, apparently recognized the pneumatics in the pneumatic pistol pointed at him, did not fall for the appearance of the Makarov. And he simply overexposed the young man with a chair - successfully, sending him into a deep knockout. Secondly, upon hearing this, the young man with a sawed-off shotgun turned around from the cash register and, catching the change in the situation, fired a doublet out of fright.
Hearing the shot, the third, shivering in the street, simply fled, leaving his post. According to the laws of wartime, as we were told at school, for this they were supposed to be shot, but the people are getting smaller, they are getting smaller. By the way, I threw the IED in the same place - which provided myself with an additional couple of years by the deadline. In the bank itself, the situation was also so-so. The guy who shot the guard went into hysterics, and he tried to reload the sawn-off shotgun, completely forgetting that he had come here for money. At the same time, he shouted loudly, trying to revive a comrade who had fallen in an unequal fight with an office chair. The comrade did not respond - it was later found out that the guard broke his temple, and he went to the cardboard Valhalla almost immediately.
The cashier, meanwhile, following the instructions, collected the money in a plastic bag and handed it to a young man with a sawn-off shotgun. He was never able to reload it - whether from excitement, or just some kind of stupor attacked, but taking the package, he threw the weapon on the floor and ran out of the compartment. I ran to the park, but did not have time to get to the agreed place: I came across a foot patrol of the PPS, which slowed it down for purely preventive purposes - where, they say, are we running, what are we carrying ? When they saw what we were carrying, they dressed them up, braided them, and then the kipish rose. The boy did not resist. And there was already nothing.
The young man, who disdained the agreements and fled the scene, was taken a couple of hours later at his girlfriend's apartment - just at the moment when she persuaded him to go and surrender himself. A smart girl, she would have been a little more convincing, you see, the boy would have been counted at the trial. And so - the opera came to visit themselves, no turnout and not even close to smell.
As a result, what is the output? Two random, in fact, corpses, a frightened bank teller, a liquid bomber, awarded patrol officers for vigilance and the overwhelming idiocy of everything that happened. And what is the reason for these sad events? At the wrong point for the effort, I believe. The youth knew how to think systematically, but the knowledge of the materiel let down, and the arrogance characteristic of youth ...
Morality, by tradition, is multi-part. The taverns and women will bring you to the zugunder - once. For advice it is worth contacting professionals - two. Cadres decide everything - three. And yes, if you really don't want to offend anyone, then you should remember that only banks have full-fledged insurance, convenience stores cannot afford such a luxury. But this is so, by the way.
Group fun is a pleasure, frankly, for an amateur. Whether it's about bedding, team sports, wall-to-wall fighting, or sniffing out convenience stores. A group of people inevitably gives rise to much larger problems than individual races, especially in such a specific area as crime. Especially if a group of enthusiasts consists of barely fledgling young men, in whose blood the hormone is bubbling, their pockets are empty, and the brave strength is enough for everything.
At this age, no one wants to work honestly and for a penny, but not everyone comes up with the idea of picking up a firearm and boarding outlets, raking out cash registers and seducing frightened saleswomen. However, first things first. Province, early summer, girls in short skirts and thrillingly light dresses. But there is no money ...
True story
Three boys, Oleg, Vitalik and Sanya have been friends since childhood. Unlike many, they were lucky - the families in which they happened to be born were prosperous, did not experience serious financial difficulties and gave the children everything. As you know, you can feed a child, you can dress him, you can give him for drawing or in the boxing section. You can do everything except two things - you cannot give him your brains and your conscience. And if with the first the guys everything was fine, then the questions of conscience were at the very outskirts of the youthful consciousness. Which could not but lead to problems of an understandable nature.
All three were university students: two economists and a civil engineer. In this regard, questions with the army did not bother the guys, there was a carriage time, and there were so many women around that their eyes widen. But - " to love girls, you need to be rich ", as the classic of Russian chanson with the ambiguous surname Petliura sang in his time. Because they don't give it at all for free, and if they do, it's such that in a hungry year you won't covet. Bars, flowers, gifts - all this required certain expenses, and the pocket money allocated by the parents was categorically not enough for these purposes.
The boys wanted money, but they really didn't want to go to jail. Therefore, rotten options such as drug distribution with bookmarks, banal gop-stops in dark alleys and fraud with counterfeit money on Avito were not even considered. The guys are literate, they read stetey in the telegram and the shadow forums. They explain in detail that the mortgagor lives at large for an average of two months, that for a group of people they give a lot, and there is little exhaust on their hands, and that the scheme with a fake is the last century. They looked towards fraud, but lacked legal expertise. And the age for spinning really interesting scams is too small - it does not inspire confidence in customers.
Therefore, they decided to stop at the good old robbery. Just so as not to offend people in vain and not take unnecessary sin on their souls, they decided to rob the convenience stores, not to touch anyone with a finger, but only to frighten. For frightening, they adapted a double-barreled sawn-off shotgun, discovered at the dacha by one of the guys - at one time, as it turned out during the investigation, it was made by the young man's grandfather, in order to protect the infield from envious neighbors. But in spite of their young age, they approached the issues of planning actions competently.
Having abandoned the idea of spontaneous raids, we prepared for each of the events seriously. They prepared escape routes, studied the routes of movement of police patrol crews, calculated the approximate arrival time of the private security company, if they were guarding the facility, ascertained the presence / absence of CCTV cameras in the store itself and on the approach- exit routes. We tried to take into account all the little things that could later lead the law enforcement agencies on the trail, for which purpose we watched more than one or two documentaries filmed about the activities of already caught colleagues in the craft.
Moreover, they attracted a boy friend, a lawyer, who selected sentences in similar cases in open sources and studied them to identify the most common mistakes. And he also delved into the peculiarities of the formation of the evidence base in similar cases.
The first attack was made on a convenience store on the outskirts of the city, not for the sake of money, but for a test of strength. They took from there about thirty thousand rubles in money and a bottle of expensive alcohol as a nice bonus. The saleswoman did not even have time to get scared: a young girl in her twenties, rather pretty, said only that they spoke very politely, and even complimented her hair and eyes. There was a feeling that she even liked everything, and she would not refuse a second meeting with three neat and polite robbers ... That, as you know, acts demoralizing on novice bandits: sensing impunity, a week later they began to plan the next raid.
This time, the target was another round-the-clock pavilion, whose security guard was rumored to buy phones, tablets and laptops from local marginalized people, not disdaining jewelry. The raiders did not plan to take the equipment, but they reasoned sensibly: if he buys, then he has money with him. Not hundreds of thousands, of course, but fifty or sixty rubles will be typed in different ways. Plus the cash register.
In the course of this expropriation, a blank shot had to be fired - the guard tried to resist, but was completely demoralized by the shot, realized his mistake and hastily gave the money. The box office turned out to be about fifteen thousand - the owner took out the proceeds during the day, in total it turned out a little less than seventy thousand. After this episode in the city criminal investigation department, the management turned the tails of the operatives and cut the task: to catch the impudent people and punish them demonstratively. For while they are shooting blanks, of course, but they are acting boldly, harmoniously and in an organized manner - which means that the likelihood that at some point there will be shots using live ammunition increases many times over.
Opera began to wool the urban fauna, but one factor played a role here: the guys were not in any way included in the criminal life of the city. They did not communicate in criminal circles, did not indulge in drugs, did not boast of their successes to anyone, and it turned out to be impossible to identify them by means of an auxiliary apparatus. The situation was aggravated by the fact that some clear head in the city police department came to the idea that such coherence indicates that either former or current law enforcement officers are involved in the planning or execution of the encroachments. The development of this version began, and the search began knocking wheels on the wrong path - neither the boys nor their parents had anything to do with the law enforcement system. And to be fair, we didn't plan to have it.
In the meantime, the young people were finally convinced that only clinical idiots were working in the police and, discarding all shame and caution, decided to take something serious for the third time. How long can you work on small things, they say? What is seventy rubles for three? Twenty per brother, three days for a walk with the girls, and that's it - again a crisis. They were visited by a reasonable thought: if we take it, it should be done on a large scale, so that it would be enough for at least a month. That is, two million. Better yet, three. Where can you find that kind of money? Only in credit or microfinance organizations.
Only they are, the bourgeois not cut, security is most often organized according to the mind, and not by the forces of guards from among the persons of southern nationalities. There, and you can get resistance, in the end. And, as we remember, the young humanists did not want to shoot. Although live ammunition, loaded with coarse shot, was stored in the garage of one of the friends next to the sawn-off shotgun. So, just in case.
But that's why we have Russia, and not Europe, exhausted from lack of spirituality - carelessness is everywhere. Therefore, the choice fell on a branch of one domestic bank, known for its client-oriented credit policy and microscopic offices, which were often located and are located on the first floors of standard residential buildings. So that, then, the population could always throw a yoke of credit around their necks regarding the purchase of a new refrigerator or a wedding in the style of the film "Bitter". It took the longest to prepare for this raid, since they were going to implement it in the daytime. The town, albeit not large, is one thing to be heroic at night, when the streets are empty, and another thing during the day - the likelihood of complications multiplies.
They went to work at four o'clock in the afternoon, after two weeks of monitoring the department. By the way, for which I need to say a special thank you to the young men, they neatly recorded all their observations, and not just anywhere, but in Google Docs - creating a file there with three common access for them, where the data were entered into specially compiled plates. A new generation, what can I say - tell the swindlers from the 90s about such an innovation, it would be laughter ... This is on the one hand, but on the other - there is a systematic approach to work. The proposal for the introduction of new technologies was put forward by a civil engineer, which is expected. A techie is a techie.
The plan was as follows: two people enter the department itself. One takes aim at the cashier and puts forward a demand for the transfer of money, the second at this time, threatening the guard with a pneumatic pistol, suppresses his attempts to resist. As a starting point, they took the fact that the cashier would press the button anyway, so there was a third outside. His task was to detonate an IED (improvised explosive device) by throwing it into a trash can a dozen meters from the entrance to the bank. What for? In case he sees the approach of the private security company or the police, in this way it was planned to divert the attention of the arriving law enforcement officers and gain a few extra tens of seconds.
They planned to hide separately, hiding the loot in a predetermined place, in a small park a couple of kilometers from the scene of action. Don't come home, get rid of weapons and clothes, etc. etc. In principle, the plan was good, and in some case it could even be successfully implemented, but everything went through the nth place - luck is never endless. Firstly, the security guard, a former career soldier, apparently recognized the pneumatics in the pneumatic pistol pointed at him, did not fall for the appearance of the Makarov. And he simply overexposed the young man with a chair - successfully, sending him into a deep knockout. Secondly, upon hearing this, the young man with a sawed-off shotgun turned around from the cash register and, catching the change in the situation, fired a doublet out of fright.
Hearing the shot, the third, shivering in the street, simply fled, leaving his post. According to the laws of wartime, as we were told at school, for this they were supposed to be shot, but the people are getting smaller, they are getting smaller. By the way, I threw the IED in the same place - which provided myself with an additional couple of years by the deadline. In the bank itself, the situation was also so-so. The guy who shot the guard went into hysterics, and he tried to reload the sawn-off shotgun, completely forgetting that he had come here for money. At the same time, he shouted loudly, trying to revive a comrade who had fallen in an unequal fight with an office chair. The comrade did not respond - it was later found out that the guard broke his temple, and he went to the cardboard Valhalla almost immediately.
The cashier, meanwhile, following the instructions, collected the money in a plastic bag and handed it to a young man with a sawn-off shotgun. He was never able to reload it - whether from excitement, or just some kind of stupor attacked, but taking the package, he threw the weapon on the floor and ran out of the compartment. I ran to the park, but did not have time to get to the agreed place: I came across a foot patrol of the PPS, which slowed it down for purely preventive purposes - where, they say, are we running, what are we carrying ? When they saw what we were carrying, they dressed them up, braided them, and then the kipish rose. The boy did not resist. And there was already nothing.
The young man, who disdained the agreements and fled the scene, was taken a couple of hours later at his girlfriend's apartment - just at the moment when she persuaded him to go and surrender himself. A smart girl, she would have been a little more convincing, you see, the boy would have been counted at the trial. And so - the opera came to visit themselves, no turnout and not even close to smell.
As a result, what is the output? Two random, in fact, corpses, a frightened bank teller, a liquid bomber, awarded patrol officers for vigilance and the overwhelming idiocy of everything that happened. And what is the reason for these sad events? At the wrong point for the effort, I believe. The youth knew how to think systematically, but the knowledge of the materiel let down, and the arrogance characteristic of youth ...
Morality, by tradition, is multi-part. The taverns and women will bring you to the zugunder - once. For advice it is worth contacting professionals - two. Cadres decide everything - three. And yes, if you really don't want to offend anyone, then you should remember that only banks have full-fledged insurance, convenience stores cannot afford such a luxury. But this is so, by the way.
