Chapter III
Robbery
Based on real events that once took place in Frankfurt am Main…
It was the end of August. Great time. The time of vacations and tourist business. In August, we wanted to go somewhere on vacation with Lena. I arrived in Frankfurt on May 20, June and July passed, and then the first big problem arose. The money was running out, which upset me. We were supposed to go to France in a big and friendly company at the end of August. Yes, and Lena had another birthday at the beginning of September. A lot of money was required.
Money was needed terribly. There were big expenses and expenses to travel to Paris and to buy a gift for Lena, and, of course, money was needed for current expenses so that we could go somewhere, go to the store and buy some products, wine that we needed for life. In the European Union, cegs are very rare. Prices in the EU are much higher than in Russia. Perhaps this is also because Frankfurt is a tourist city in which there were many tourists and, accordingly, the prices were quite high for everything. Undoubtedly, the prices were also high due to the fact that the traitor capitalist was fattening on German workers and peasants. Constantly raising all prices and taxes, electricity prices, gasoline prices and food prices. Although I was in Germany for less than 3 months, but I saw how the price fluctuated and rose slightly for some food products, yes, it was insignificant for 50 euro cents here, then for some goods for 1 euro in another store, but it was clear how the traitor capitalist squeezes or squeezes out of the German population money in full.
Having drawn up a financial plan of assets and liabilities, I needed at least 1000 euros for August and September, and preferably all 1500 euros. Not much thinking about the current bad current financial situation. There was only one way out to borrow money from my father. I remembered my father’s words that if there were any problems and difficulties in Germany, I should call him. I had a couple more days to think about what to do. What other solutions can there be to this problem? Sell a laptop, pawn a gold chain, but what do I get for it? A couple hundred euros, yes, and what’s the point? Borrowing money from my uncle was not the best option, since he would not borrow a lot of money. Aunt will find out and there will be extra fuss, and money loves silence.
Stefan called me. We sometimes trained together at his house on the ground floor. His parents’ house, where he lived with his mother. Stefan’s father and mother divorced. Stefan lived practically at the opposite end of Frankfurt in another part of the Frankfurt suburb. An ordinary house with two floors. The ground floor, where the basement was supposed to be, was converted into a small gym, where there were 5 exercise machines, dumbbells, a barbell, a fun pair of punching bags, a treadmill, etc.
Not much exercise was always useful. Pump the pectoral muscles. Triceps. Biceps. Run on the treadmill. Stefan also had a great pair of boxing gloves for sparring. It was useful to stretch. Stefan showed me certain Thai boxing punches and new fighting tricks that he knew well from Thai boxing. We practiced twos and threes of a series of blows on a pear. Sparred. Training was good for relieving excess tension. The mood was getting better. Athletic cheerfulness grew.
Stefan and I discussed a trip to France and I shared with him my worries about the fact that I have certain problems with money, that maybe Stefan knows where to earn money and solve financial issues before going to France. We discussed this topic for a couple of hours.
It turned out that Stefan was also broke and the European financial crisis was felt in his voice. Stefan and I were in the same boat. Two poor devils who had no money, but had big plans for August-September to go to Paris. The situation was also sad because it was clear that Vanessa and Lenna had most likely already decided that we would go to France. It remained a small matter to execute this project beautifully for our dear and beloved women. I was thinking that we are already more than 20 years old and we have to solve our own issues and problems ourselves. Therefore, I did not like the idea of borrowing money from my father extremely and was burdened by the fact that, no matter how you turn it, my father would have to repay the debt and all this fuss was actually not needed.
Stefan, said that six months ago he worked at a car maintenance and repair station. Doing the hardest and dirtiest work. They paid in cash immediately, for the work done without any taxes. It was illegal under German law. As a result, he quarreled with the owner of the bus station, who owed him 300-400 euros and which he is unlikely to pay him. It was obvious that Stefan had a desire to take revenge on the traitor capitalist for his insolent attitude. I thought it was crazy not to pay the guy 300-400 euros for the work done. I liked Stefan’s idea to punish the capitalist traitor-dealer.
At the station itself, electronics were stored in the basement, mainly from German cars, as in the whole civilized world in Frankfurt there was a black market for auto parts, where capitalist dealers actively traded. All this electronic equipment for German cars was unaccounted for and was stored without documentation, which clearly violated German laws and German legislation.
It remained a small matter. To expropriate and help the capitalist dealer get rid of the illegal storage and sale of electronics to German cars. Stefan drew a plan of an auto repair shop, which consisted of three rooms for the repair of cars, which were interconnected by passageways. The utility room fell apart behind them, in which there was a basement and, accordingly, a staircase that led down to the second floor.
Stefan had the keys to the auto repair shop where he worked. When he worked there, he made duplicate keys and there were no problems getting into the auto repair shop itself. The problem was at zero 0, where there was a basement and where we had to get to, there was a door from which Stefan did not have a key. Stefan said that the door was plastic with one lock in the middle. We reasoned and thought about how to knock out or open this door. I remembered the old and proven way. Open the door with a sledgehammer. A sledgehammer is an important tool in the work of workers and peasants. The sledgehammer will also help you solve some problems and questions, and even more so with the door.
It was just Friday and it remained to wait for Sunday, when the bus station where Stefan worked does not work. Lena has just left for Berlin to visit her parents and she won’t be back until Wednesday next week, I thought. There was only one chance to implement our plan with Stefan on Sunday. One single chance. It remained to go to the trading floor where my uncle worked selling cars and take a sledgehammer.
I called my uncle on Saturday and he was just in the morning at the car sales floor, where he worked. We took Stefan’s father’s old car, a Volkswagen Polo, and drove to the car sales area. When we arrived, my uncle was busy and, apparently, was talking to a client about selling a car. We agreed on the price and sold some of the cars, the uncle was pleased and in a good mood. Friendly in the morning.
When my uncle was free, Stefan and I approached him and I asked him for permission to use the pit in the auto repair shop and said: "We need to look at the bottom of the car and possibly repair the Volkswagen Polo rack. Uncle raised his right hand in approval. Of course, come by. Get busy.
We drove into one of the premises of the auto repair shop. Put the Volkswagen Polo on the pit. Stefan took a flashlight and went down to inspect the bottom of the car. There was no one there and I went into the next room, which was behind the wall and where some of the tools were stored. He took a sledgehammer and wrapped it in a rag. He returned and went down into the pit, where Stefan was standing and looking at the Volkswagen Polo from below. He showed Stefan a sledgehammer. I wrapped the sledgehammer back in a rag and put it in the trunk. We fiddled with the car for another 20 minutes, and then left for Stefan. We parked the car next to his house. We went down to the 0 floor and once again discussed the whole scheme of our plan. Stefan once again checked all the keys to the auto repair shop where he worked. The key to the front door. The key to the utility door. The sledgehammer is in the trunk. Everything was ready.
We decided to practice a little more, and then Stefan’s mom came down and invited us to lunch. We went up from the 0 floor and went to the kitchen. Stefan’s mom was going somewhere and it was obvious that she was late. We entered the spacious kitchen, which was flooded with sunlight, the weather in August was excellent. Stefan opened the refrigerator and took out a jar of juice, which he put on a small round kitchen table of dark color. Then he opened the oven and pulled out a baking sheet on which the baked meat lay in foil. The fragrant smell of cooked meat spread throughout the house. By the smell it was felt that this beef. Stefan came up to the kitchen table where I was sitting and held out a baking sheet to me with his right hand. I transferred both finished pieces of meat in foil to our plates. I poured the juice into two glasses. I removed the foil from the meat. There were also baked vegetables on the baking sheet, some of which we put on our plates. I put some baked tomatoes and cut half of a fresh cucumber. The beef turned out very tasty. Stefan’s mom knew how to cook deliciously. A lovely kind woman. Stefan’s mother was not a tall woman about 160 centimeters, she was a little less than 50 years old. Yes, it was obvious that she knew how to cook delicious.
We had lunch and decided to go for a walk with Stefan. It was interesting for me to study this quarter itself, in which Stefan lived. Nearby, across the Main River, which was a tributary of the Rhine, there was a pedestrian bridge made of iron and steel. We crossed this bridge and went a little further forward. There is not a large city park in front of us. It was Saturday and there were not so many people. We didn’t walk around the park much and decided to stop by a local bar. We took a couple of light beers to relieve the growing tension.
Although it was still Saturday, but already the nerve impulses inside Stefan and me were beating with electric discharges. There was some kind of threat hanging in the air over us, that just a little bit more and it seemed that the world around us would collapse on our heads. Although it was a trifling matter. In case of failure, we had a withdrawal plan. Escape plan and escape through the roof. And who really needed us, I thought? It was necessary to take out the already stolen junk from cars and throw it all to the local capitalist dealers. And the auto repair shop itself, in which Stefan once worked, was located on the outskirts of Frankfurt, where there was no police and you definitely won’t see it there, since the police also wanted to live happily ever after. The threat was rather posed by illegal immigrants, homeless people and drug addicts who lived there, probably even more of a threat than the police and policemen.
We sat in the bar with Stefan for a while and then I got up from the table. Stefan and I shook hands. I said: “Stefan, I’m going to go earlier. We need to rest and show our uncle and aunt exemplary behavior so that they don’t have any suspicions.” Let’s see you tomorrow, Stefan replied. See you later, I raised my right hand up and left the bar.
Sunday came. In the afternoon, my aunt and I went to the supermarket to buy groceries and household goods that were needed for the house. Everyone bought what we needed. The aunt was not much unwilling that the prices of goods had grown, and their German pension with her uncle did not want to grow, which upset and upset her and constituted an obvious pattern of the capitalist world. “If you want to live, be able to spin” so uncle uncle worked part-time on a trading platform for the sale of cars.
Sunday. It was already about 23:00 when I left the house. I just had enough money left for 3-4 taxi rides, and then I could safely buy a plane ticket and go home to Russia. I was thinking that the situation was critically bad and if it is not corrected, it will be a complete aufiderzein Germany, Lena and forgive friends.
Taxi brakes squeaked at the house. I sat in the back passenger seat and plunged into further reflections on life. We drove for a while. The burning lanterns of Frankfurt flashed by, people passing by them were not very sad, but there was nothing left to do. I paid the taxi driver for the train and got out at the house where Stefan lived.
Stefan was already waiting for me and was driving a Volkswagen Polo. The low beam of the headlights was turned on. I sat in the front passenger seat to Stefan’s right. We shook hands and drove off. Practically didn’t talk. We drove slowly. It was obvious how nervous Stefan was and periodically squeezes the steering wheel with his fingers. We drove for about 30 minutes. The car was parked two blocks from the bus station where Stefan worked, so as not to shine. Don’t light the car. Stefan, I checked everything again. A couple of minutes passed. Stefan said in a low voice: “Let’s all go.” We got out of the car. I opened the trunk and took out a sledgehammer wrapped in a rag. I put the rag in the trunk, and inserted the handle of the sledgehammer into the waistband of my jeans and we walked towards the bus station.
The area in front of the bus station was not poorly lit. There was one video camera angle that was aimed just at the front of the auto repair shop. To the right of the video camera was the entrance to the bus station itself. We decided to go around the bus station on the left side, where there was less lighting and we were almost invisible. Two stalking shadows did just that. We walked around the bus station on the left, came out from around its corner and found ourselves at the entrance under the camera in the review, which we did not get. Stefan opened the door of the bus station and we quickly went inside. It was dark and Stefan took out a flashlight. There was an alarm, but it didn’t work. The owner of the bus station was clearly saving money.
We walked into the very depths of the bus station. Stefan, walked ahead and lit our way with a pocket flashlight. I followed in his wake and tried to keep up. At the opposite end of the bus station, where there was a utility room. Stefan, opened the second door with the second key and we went down to the basement on floor 0. It was terribly dark and visibility was almost zero. There was a smell of dampness and the smell of fuel and lubricants in the air, it smelled of engine oil. We walked a little further and found ourselves at a plastic door. The beam of Stefan’s flashlight just rested on the plastic door, where there was an entrance handle and there was a lock to the right of it. I took out a sledgehammer and pointed my fingers to Stefan at the lock so that the beam of the flashlight would accurately illuminate the lock itself where I needed to hit with a sledgehammer.
The work began to boil. I made a big swing and the hammer of a heavy sledgehammer hit the plastic door on the keyhole, which had to be smashed and knocked out. I missed a couple of times and a heavy iron sledgehammer with the inscription “Made in Germany” hit the door handle a couple of times, which flew off to the side and a thousand times the iron hammer hit the plastic door itself, which left a couple of prints and several large cracks. A few minutes of work passed and Stefan replaced me. A blow, another blow, and then the door received critical damage from the keyhole was torn off along with a piece of plastic door, which flew a couple of meters away from us. In the place of the plastic door, where there was a plastic handle, a giant hole appeared, which was made by an iron sledgehammer. This is a great tool that workers and peasants all over the world use in their work)).
Stefan opened the door and we went a little inside. Right here, he said. There was some junk on the floor, wheels, there were some boxes. We quickly put all this aside and on the concrete floor, freed from the rubble of all sorts of rubbish, four oblong aluminum pinals remained lying, each of which was about 1.5 meters long and 60-60 centimeters wide. It was clear that the stolen electronics from the cars were well hidden from the gaze of others and anyone watching, people working at the station. All this stolen junk belonged to the owner of the bus station.
We took four aluminum pins by the handles and went faster to the exit. We wanted to leave this place faster with Stefan. We quickly climbed the stairs and have already left the utility room. At that moment I stopped Stefan and pointed my fingers up at him. It was dangerous to go out through the front entrance through which we entered the bus station, as there was good lighting on the street next to the entrance to the bus station and Stefan and I could be clearly seen or seen as two people carrying out four aluminum kicks.
There was an emergency hatch on the roof next to the utility room. Emergency hatch in case of fire. Stefan pulled up the ladder. I went up the stairs. He opened the hatch that led to the roof. I handed him all four pins in turn and climbed the ladder to the roof. Stefan walked to the edge of the roof of the bus station and jumped off it onto the hard asphalt. It was high about 4 meters. He gave me a sign and I again threw all four aluminum kicks into his hands in turn and jumped off myself. We took the aluminum pinals by the handles and ran along the houses so that we could not be seen. It was time to make an extra loop, but we didn’t want to take any chances. It is better to stay in the shade from the light and it is desirable that no one sees us. I had to run a detour loop around the buildings and we ended up in the block where Stefan’s car, a Volkswagen Polo, was parked.
We carefully stacked all our loot on a row of Volkswagen Polo rear seats and drove out of the alley onto the road. Stefan, pulled the gas pedal a couple of times, it was clear that we were both nervous and excited. I had to calm down. It was a long drive of 20-25 minutes. The most important thing is that this old and rusty Volkswagen Polo bucket does not fall apart on the road, I thought. Sunday. 01:00 at night there were practically no people on the streets of Frankfurt. There were very few cars. We drove to Stefan’s house and pulled into the garage. We took out four aluminum pinals and hid them on the ground floor of the house in our gym. Everything was quiet. Stefan’s mom was probably already fast asleep and we didn’t wake her up, which was also good.
The moment came when it was just possible to take a break from our business. Stefan and I sat on the sofa and turned on a small Philips TV and watched sports channels until 6 in the morning. Stefan, brought a new jar of juice and chocolate German cookies. We drank all the juice and ate all the cookies. Closer to 6 in the morning, drowsiness began to overcome me and I fell asleep sitting on the couch. Stefan woke me up. It was already around 10:00 in the morning and we had to go, since Stefan had agreed to sell all our goods to a familiar dealer from the black car market in Frankfurt.
We went up to the garage. The Volkswagen Polo engine with difficulty, but started up. We drove to the east of Frankfurt. It was already Monday and it felt like the city had come alive. A lot of people. Lots of cars. Everything is in motion. We drove through the central part of Frankfurt and drove again to the east, where the sun rises and rises into the sky, every day. The weather was great. There’s not a cloud in the sky.
We drove up to a two-story building along which cars were parked in two rows. You could choose any car. Pay for it to sit down and leave. The sale and trade of cars in Frankfurt was brisk. We pulled out four aluminum pinals from the back row of Volkswagen Polo seats and went to the office, which was located on the ground floor. They opened the door and entered a small office space in which a German of 40-45 years old was sitting. We greeted each other.
The German was wearing glasses, and he was also wearing a blue T-shirt and blue jeans in color. They put all four aluminum kicks on the floor. Stefan, took one of the aluminum pinals by the handle and put it on the table in front of the dealer from the black market. The reseller himself opened the pin and began to inspect the electronics, which were from various German BMW, Audi, Mercedes cars, etc. He took out a calculator and began to count something. It was clear that on the calculator, the reseller clicks on the plus and adds something, and sometimes takes it away, since he also clicked on the minus. Perekupishchk carefully examined all four pinals. It took about 30 minutes. For another five minutes he was counting something, writing with a pen on a piece of paper. We stood and waited with Stefan for what the result would be.
Without uttering a word. The reseller got up and came up to us and showed us a calculator. 9850. 9850 euros. Stefan and I nodded approvingly at him. The dealer took out a stack of money from the table. He took off the rubber band and counted out 9850 and handed a wad of money to Stefan. We left the office. We got into a Volkswagen Polo. The job was done 100 percent. The job is done.
Yes, probably, at this wonderful moment, our faces with Stefan lit up, from the surging emotions and the tension subsided. We drove for some more time. They stopped. Stefan, took out from the inside pocket of his jacket the entire stack of 9850 evmi money and counted out exactly half and handed me my share with his hand. Yes, now with Stefan we have become 100 percent accomplices and iron friends. Friends who are made of jelly.
We haven’t stood by the side of the road for a long time and I remembered about the sledgehammer that lies in the trunk of the Volkswagen Polo. The sledgehammer had to be returned to the trading floor where my uncle worked. The tool is important and very necessary. Stefan said: “That now it will be possible to go and relax in France. It remains for all of us to meet somewhere and discuss all these points and questions about the upcoming trip to France.” For a while, Stefan and I thought about the best way to go to France and talked about different options. We needed a car and a car larger than the Volkswagen Polo. Stefan, let’s go, I said, we’ll first get to the trading floor where my uncle works and return the sledgehammers to their place, and then we can call Vanessa or Lena and discuss plans with him, what we will do in the evening. We were going to go somewhere with our beloved women to have fun from the heart and give them a holiday. End of the chapter. To be continued…
