The mystery of noise in the attic

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And now I finally arrived at the dacha. I haven't been here all year and I'll be here all summer. However, my thoughts were interrupted by my mother's voice.

– Anya, help me get my things out of the car!

– Okay, but after unloading, I'm going for a walk.

"Very well, my daughter.

"Just one –" I warned.

"Oh," sighed Mrs. green.

So decomposed, I left. After walking for two hours, I came to my dacha and saw several police cars.

I asked: what happened here?! I was told it was none of your business.

–It's not my place if I live here." I said indignantly.

–Do you live here?" one of the policemen asked.

"Yes, I live here.

– Well, then you are lucky, there is a complete "accident".

– er … in what sense-really horror I thought.

–In the literal.

– Gaikin, you better tell her what happened here – and then I recognized our local precinct officer Pyotr Vasilyevich.

"Well," says Lieutenant Gaikin, " according to Mrs. green's story, she heard a noise in the attic and went there to look. When she opened the hatch, a poacher knocked her down and ran away.

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