Thomas did not intrude and kept quiet in such conversations, although he could’ve said many things — he was also a student of Victor’s, however, the most unfortunate. After the first training Aquinas, then just a young man coveting the cranes in the sky, realized his futility in the pickpocketing arts and received a crowbar with a number of useful instructions from his teacher. This determined the name and the further destiny of the burglar, who became a virtuoso at breaking and entering. However, Victor held no anger for the untalented pupil.

A mysterious person, Vladimir Ross, is one of those who successfully navigated the restless cash flows of the “90’s, conducting official business. The former owner of a chain of clubs, he became a writer, whose highest critics are thieves, and whose works have long been understood and recognized by an audience, who in the past, or currently, are behind a high fence with barbed wire. A man who on the outskirts of easy and quick money has been recognized by experts as classically aware of “the monetary hustle,” “scams,” and much more — this is our hero today. The author of criminal works and disclosed schemes that enrich scams worth millions of dollars. And it is unclear, if in the life of Mr. Ross — it is creativity or experience of criminal etiquette and fraudulent schemes.

The grimy maloletka* spun nearby, beaming with pride at her timely signal, wearing an unforgettable yellow jacket of immense size. Thomas extended a sausage link to his savior and silently bowed. It would be folly to add “breaking and entering” or even “involving minors” to his solid experience and knowledge of the Federal Criminal Code. But the audacity of the young woman knew no limit. The girl was glued to him as if with Velcro and did not lag behind one step, badly ruffling his nerves. Who would want to unveil his home address? For an hour, winding through the city, Thomas tried to lose his tail at every carefully chosen turn, and when it eventually happened, he sighed with relief. Yet fortune was playing her own game, for upon his return home to the towers of his parental mansion, he found waiting for him a young girl who was wise for her age, who declassified a carefully guarded location in the nearest pub.

Their relationship marked a lot of strange things. For example, Lala’s bedroom was a persona non grata zone, a shrine, a threshold, which Thomas never crossed. The girl demanded this of him, and Aquinas, allowing himself to be an arestanta* of this prison, doomed himself to the proud coolness of the impotent. The seductive curves of his matured girlfriend, which he had lusted after from the moment they met, had long loomed in his eyes, but the commitment to the katarzhankoy code of honor* was stronger than the weakness of the flesh. And even after the one time Lala brought him delight with a nightly visit, allowing him to engage in a long-awaited coitus, Thomas did not change his promise.

As a defense in the unequal battle for the right to drink with friends on the weekends, Thomas started gambling, which he had been eager about from a young age. The lively blackmailer threatened to leave the house forever, dealing a serious counterattack against his katalam* buddies. Accustomed to considering Aquinas’ house a malinoy*, they dreamed of his returning to his former glory, but in the face of a barefoot storm in a skirt, they preferred to disappear until a more favorable time. On these grounds, there was a coup d’etat. Shouting about his hurt feelings as a shpilevogo*, Thomas beat his chest, clutching his razor, and even slashed once against his tattooed wrist. Thus he fought for his right to drink, sprinkling half a liter of blood, and even though the blood spilled at the cost of losing the desire to gamble, at least the door became open again to old friends.