As one of my friends “scared” a whole crowd of bandits

This story was told to me by a friend of mine. Now he is already under 60 years old, but this case happened back in the dashing 90s.

The streets are rampant banditry, in the evening it is better not to walk alone. But the hero of this story one late evening decided to walk home. And, of course, met him on the way a company of strong guys clearly hooligan. There was no point in running, they would have caught up anyway. The brain began to convulsively generate solutions to the problem. And the answer!

My friend confidently stepped straight towards the Gopniks and began to shout out loud:

- Hey, guys! How lucky I am to have met you! I accidentally killed my wife, help me hide it!

Guys, to put it mildly, were taken aback. All I heard was:

- Get off me! Get out of here!

That's how our hero got home safe and sound.

via factroom.ru