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Artist- No. Not once. There was one time, though. We were walking home from work in the evening, and I was loaded with bricks. A hooligan came out to meet us and threatened me with a knife and demanded all the contents in me and everything he had in his pockets. My master was not confused and told him politely: "Brother, why so! You can ask nicely. The villain stopped his attack after these words. The master continued: - A bottle of excellent bourbon, is in my briefcase, do you need it? And he pulled me open and lowered me to the ground. The bandit leaned over with interest to see what kind of bubble I had in me, and maybe something else? And the master smacked him in the face with a sharp downward and upward motion, so he stretched out on the asphalt like a sourdough. The cheeky bastard was lying on the ground, catching the blow and muttering to himself: "What a jerk, why did I look at what bubble was in the suitcase? I quit drinking a long time ago! Our inquisitive raider didn't get up for a long time, at least not before we disappeared around the corner. There you go. I'm useful in everything. I can help you steal and punch you in the face. That's why I'm the owner's favorite thing!
