“Alexey Ivlev accompanied his wife all the way to the store, where she worked as a saleswoman in the outerwear department, and quickly walked towards the Kievsky railway station. It was from there that an anonymous signal was received several times over the phone from an unknown well-wisher that a pickpocket had appeared at the station and near it, not recognizing anything or anyone. It is clear that local old-timers, representing the lower hierarchy of crime, were indignant and tried to reason with the impudent man in their own way. But this, as it turned out, did not work. And then the pickpockets there decided to hand him over to the operas. He began to interfere too much. And I didn’t like this loner..."