“Only a tiny piece of the moon shone in the sky, overhead were only the twisted branches of oaks and Texas cedars, and I was not worried that five thieves in their rickety house would notice me. Firstly, I was in the forest, about forty meters from the house, and secondly, it was Friday night in the yard, or more precisely, it was already 1:30 on Saturday. And most importantly, those I was following were about seventeen years old, and they were not interested in anything except smartphones and what they had in their pants...”