>>> bb/142471@108463
Yes, in the mail, I've written about it many times. I came to the department, the rat at the extradition for a long time rummaged in the back room of the type could not find, and at the exit I was taken under the arms of the opera. They called the pooch, opened the parcel and sealed the contents. I was on camera, people were watching the show.
I had culturally communicated with the cops before, offered money and did not say shit, did not threaten ties, told about family circumstances, pressing for sympathy, like I relieve stress because of this, because the body does not accept vodka, which is treated by others. The opera said that now is a different time and they will not go for money. I should have taken the money with me, maybe I would have bought it right away. I told you about the places of my work that I am a solid person, not some kind of fence. Unlocked my phone, showed me correspondence with the store, opened the transfer bank statement, they still looked at the fucking photo where I just checked the camera night mode that I had bookmarked here - there was a dull black mass of grass and a river. I told them to show where the bookmark was in the photo and that only they and the service dog could find it there. And on the photo of some ancient interesting-looking locomotive, they said that I was taking pictures of military equipment, on the remark that this was a pre-war photo, they said that maybe I participated in the preparation in advance. A little pressed morally not a mortgager, why do I need so much staff? They asked me how much I needed at once, and I said 150-200 mg, and they said, "Yeah, it means eating scales at home!" My biggest puncture. On the other hand, as I later analyzed to them, maybe mephedrone sounded like methadone, they did not produce the appearance of particularly competent specialists versed in all substances, estimated how many doses of metal, and there it would be for a year one inexperienced. Meph is not such a well-known substance, but opiumis used to be a lot. So when they heard my weight, they realized it wasn't much for one chela, and they stopped stressing about bullying. And I wasn't trying to freeze nonsense like, I don't know what's in the dope package. I decided I didn't need a circus with house and ass searches, a trip to a temporary detention center, interrogations and everything else. Plus, I immediately knew that there were people who could solve the secret and such a damner would complicate their case. You did the right thing, as it turned out. The sender is a greedy moron, a stupid fuck, put mef in rabbit food for 12 hryvnia bag and sent across the country, like it's not suspicious. Maybe he'd send one more carrot and zip to it. Before that, I received large power supplies and all sorts of technical things, some pictures and other interesting things. BU from the flea market and, I think, non-working, little worth - I immediately threw them out without checking, but it looked solid. Now this idiot sender is already running a sentence of 9 years with confiscation. As it turned out, he was accepted and everyone he sent, funny if it was because of me. But maybe because of the feed, they were watching me separately, and then there was another case, I don't know. With such parcels, he would still quickly burn and frame people. And in the zone, few people are touching now, but the thugs are pressing real - the article is quite shameful, but the main thing is that the drug dealer often has something to take. The well-deserved prize received... Then completely dry to get out of the water did not come out due to the fact that there were a bunch of people with substances in the case, it turned out only to change the weight on the examination and the judge gave me a fine. And immediately from the street near the post office, I was released home on a subscription, seeing that I was quite calm, did not try to run, communicate normally, showed everything on the phone and confessed. Even the house was not shmonat, which I feared most. The opera is the main thing that pressed a little later, at a chance meeting near the office of my spider, he greeted me by the hand - that's an indicator, because they live by the same concepts as gentry and devils can not give hands.