It is time to fucking stories

I immediately thought of a hilarious story. Occurred in a nearby village, an old friend tells the truth and therefore the truth! And not accordion! On Sakhalin, as you know, a lot of red fish. And, of course, the population of its catches. Someone only for food (mostly), but there are the ghouls. Net poachers. This is when for the sake of tons of caviar cut hell knows how many tons of fish, which throws to rot in the forest. Rybzy (ryb.inspektora) fight against poachers and, of course, under the batch falls into the general civilian population. There was a little man in the village, caught the fish themselves and for sale, and of making caviar. But without fanaticism. Not prejudiced. Alone, it is not possible. But, damn it pulled with rybzami Biting and tell them that you fuckers ever and you did not take hot. And the law only works when the river with fishing gear. Well, they too pose. And take it from one of the creek, just moved. With accordion (shoulder box 40 liters). Well, open the door! Hands rubbing. It opens and there GROUND! Common fish mince. Almost complete accordion meat. Are turnip scratch. About the law does not mince words and the fine is calculated according to the number of tails. And for the female one price for slabs - just drugaya.Nechego present. Dali kick and released. A peasant is when I realized that with the statements got excited and passes it will not give, and eat at home that you need to, take with you into the woods grinder, so the board with nails and a hammer. There fashioned wood table and twist the catch on the spot. All Zadornov - soobrazhalka level.