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Sergey Kucherov remembered Christmas the situation of childhood

I was thirteen years old. 31 December, as usual, all the yard around the garage. With us was a guy who lived on the first floor, by the way, there’s a floor, passing by the house, one hand to knock on his window. I pushed him out of the garage, shouting that he is the mole! Came home in the late afternoon, say hi to mom, and then in the box we are a brick smashes the glass into pieces. This is the guy with the brothers came to “take revenge”. Mother in shock, his father went to understand, but he opened the door. The next day, apologized to us, to repair the damage, but the New year our family met for the holiday table in outerwear and jackets.