The pursuit of new experiences from idleness and alcohol is a harbinger of trouble

Friends, students Yakushev Dmitry and Baranov Sergey, arrived in the city on the banks of the Dvina by an evening diesel train from Smolensk. Baranov is a citizen of the Russian Federation, while Yakushev, although a Belarusian from Vitebsk, had been living in neighboring Smolensk for several years, where he even started a family. The young men met at a local university of arts and were its graduates by the time of the events described. Both cherished the dream of becoming directors, but for now they were making ends meet with part-time jobs in one of the Smolensk houses of culture. Yakushev came to Vitebsk with a specific purpose – to visit his mother, while Baranov followed him for company, and at the same time to get acquainted with the sights and life of the twin city.

It must be said that the guys left the diesel train carriage in good spirits and in a corresponding mood. Later, during the investigation, both, as if competing in memory and mathematics, tried to recall how much beer they had consumed on the way. They even pointed to the labels of the empty bottles and their volume, but the numbers did not match: 2.5...3.5? Somewhere around that... And the fact that they had a bottle of vodka before the trip, both remembered. Even though they were creative people...

They visited Yakushev's mother more to say a short "Hello!", throw their travel bags over the threshold, have a quick bite, and go out into the city. Fortunately, it was May, the evenings were long and warm, and young blood, filled with hormones and alcohol coursing through their veins, stirred their imagination. For the full experience, they also had several more "one-and-a-half-liter" bottles of beer. First, they drank at home, then in the yard, and when dusk had finally thickened, they both went to admire the lights

вечернего города.

One of the main local attractions - Victory Square and Alley of Glory - was literally around the corner, and despite the time of day and season, this area is illuminated by streetlights. Victory Square is not just a symbolic monumental city complex, but the Alley of Glory, filled with samples of military equipment, is an addition to it. This part of the city has a special energy, an aura, and a person, no matter how many times they visit, always experiences positive emotions. Here, in the summer months, there are attractions for children, stalls for older people, and beer pavilions for everyone else. On weekends, even late in the evening, it's always crowded here, but the guys arrived at the square after midnight, when the stalls were closed and the attractions were turned off. Nevertheless, no one drove away the late visitors, and the deserted square with pavilions and attractions so resembled the scenery for a post-apocalyptic film that both immediately began to explore it. However, it seems, still understanding that they had no one to fear, they completely rejected the rules of caution. What's in the stall with the "Coca-Cola" logo? Why is the refrigerator closed and what's inside? They couldn't open it, but the detached handle flew off onto the parapet as it was no longer needed... Why isn't the beer dispenser working? No matter how they twisted the taps, they couldn't get a single drop out of them. In a fit of indignation, they overturned the dispenser and moved on to the next stall, where they repeated the same thing, and also dented the refrigeration unit... They destroyed the third stall on their way, tearing off its awning to wave it like victorious banners. And all these actions were performed by the guys with shouts and laughter, getting into the image of either furious tifosi or ordinary hooligans. Passing by the portable toilet, Yakushev tried to knock it over with a kick, but he was a mediocre athlete, and the booth remained standing.

Walking a little further, they reached a parking lot, where the cold, gleaming steel body of a fifth-model BMW caught both their attention. Of course, no one dared to get into the car, but they decided to check the body's durability and see if the car had an alarm. The "Beh" metal turned out not to be Damascus steel, and the alarm did not send any distress signals to the owner. Rejoicing in this discovery, they both proceeded to the nearest park.

The air was more intoxicating than the beer they had drunk the night before. They felt like having fun, and any word turned into a KVN-like joke! Their blood was boiling and demanding action. They threw a bench they encountered along the way into a swimming pool, tearing it off its concrete base, even though it was bolted to the concrete!

Then something truly mystical happened. In a vacant lot, where only two loud voices could be heard, the friends managed to... lose each other! Perhaps their heads were spinning so much that they both went in different directions, searching for each other and new adventures. But at the same time, the guys were moving away from each other. While Baranov continued to wander through the park area, Yakushev changed his route and headed in the opposite direction, shouting his friend's name into the night air. Either he didn't hear the shouts due to the noise in his head, or he was already far away, and Yakushev's voice was simply lost amidst the untouched tents, but most likely, he was simply unable to respond in the same manner. After all, unlike

Yakushev, who was taken by the OMON officers near one of the overturned tents,

Baranov was literally picked up from the ground, and he couldn't come to his senses for a long time, even in his "support shoes".

And when the previous day's intoxication passed in the morning, both of them took a long time to comprehend the consequences of the events that had occurred. And this picture was exactly like in Daneliya's Shurik, who distinguished himself in the Caucasus, and guiltily, without losing his intelligence, asked: "Excuse me, did I also destroy the church?"...

Fortunately, it didn't come to the destruction of the church or monuments, but real damage was done to the property stored in the tents. The owner of the BMW, a citizen of one of the Transcaucasian republics, who had literally just picked up the car after body repair the day before, felt particularly bad. The new car cost 5 million rubles.

Perhaps, by bringing their dreams of becoming directors to life, Yakushev and Baranov will jointly shoot an instructive film based on their personal experience, but for now, while awaiting trial, both can only repent of their actions, pay off the resulting debts to compensate for the damage, and drive away sinful thoughts about alcohol consumption!

...On those same evenings, near the railway station, a group of not entirely sober young people, despite the late hour, was in no hurry to go home. Quite recently, some of them returned from the emergency room of the hospital, to which

delivered one of the comrades, and this incident was the basis for conversations for a long time... The reason for seeking medical attention was, if one may say so, careless handling of weapons. Not live ammunition, otherwise the consequences would have been different, and the company would not have been destined to gather again that evening.

Zheka Shultz bought a German air rifle in Russia back in the winter, and sometimes carried it with him, showing it off to his friends. The pistol, which was indistinguishable from a real one, complemented Shultz's "tough guy" image in the eyes of his peers, who were not yet 20 years old. That evening, he and two comrades went to a vacant lot to sight in the pistol, using bottles as targets. However, the plan did not succeed - Lekha Solovyov, while loading the pistol, involuntarily pulled the trigger, injuring his hand. He was taken to the emergency room with this wound, and the "shooting lesson" was postponed.

Lekha did not stay long at the emergency room, and with a bandaged hand, together with Shultz and another neighborhood friend, they returned to the area of the train station, where they had already planned to meet their girlfriends. They settled on one of the benches near the pedestrian overpass that stretched over the railway tracks. Gradually, the company grew, and they joked a lot. Few refused beer. Lekha was showing off his wound, his girlfriend was touched by the endurance of her dear, who had not shed a single tear, and Shultz, when asked to show the barrel, demonstrated it from his hands. Probably to avoid accidental discharge!

However, he made an exception for some girls, allowing them to hold the weapon - they were very interested to see how it would look in their well-groomed hands.

fingers. Someone suggested shooting the remaining cartridges in the store at empty bottles, but either the aim of the tipsy shooters was off, or the targets were indeed not visible in the dim light of a single lantern, and the idea quickly became boring.

Someone suggested finding out how far the shot would travel, and Shults, after glancing at the area, identified the target by eye – the supports of the overpass. He fired a few times, and in the hushed silence of the company, he clearly heard the crack of glass – the glass panels had cracked. And although no one rushed to scatter, the company quickly wrapped up their gathering. Shults himself returned home, discarding the empty magazine on the way. A few days later, he re-gifted the pistol to one of his friends for his birthday.

However, the "gift" was confiscated literally the next day by the transport police officers. Further examination showed that it was from this barrel that the shots were fired, damaging the transition's glass.

Shults took full responsibility for what happened – honorably. And there was no point in insisting and trying to shift it onto some unidentified person. Video surveillance cameras and one random passerby, who was walking across the transition at the moment of the "shooting," identified Shults as the person who caused damage to the Vitebsk branch of Belarusian Railways in the amount of more than one and a half million rubles.

However, in addition to the amount of damage, the evening's entertainment cost Shults a criminal charge,provided for by Part 1 of Article 339 of the Criminal Code of the Republic of Belarus (hooliganism), with all the ensuing and far from favorable personal consequences for him.

Similar charges were brought against aspiring directors Yakushev and Baranov for their "walk", but since the court has not yet made a final decision in the misfortunes of the main figures in these criminal cases, their names and surnames have been changed.

Comment by A.A. Tsarikov, Vitebsk Transport Prosecutor, Senior Counselor of Justice:

"Antisocial behavior as a whole is formed by a combination of factors such as upbringing, social circle, family traditions, level of education, material and social status... But in addition to the above, one of the main reasons underlying hooligan manifestations is alcohol consumption. In excessive doses, it leads to a weakening of a person's level of consciousness, reduces self-control and self-criticism; there is an overestimation of one's capabilities, which leads to an easy choice of antisocial behavior, whereas in a sober state, it is more difficult to decide on a gross violation of order, and for some people, it is impossible at all. Along with this, a state of merriment, disorderliness, euphoria creates a peculiar "background" that contributes to the commission of thoughtless pranks that escalate into hooliganism, but are perceived by drunks as mischief. This contributes to the offenders' sense of impunity and, as a consequence, their commission of new, sometimes even more dangerous crimes."

 Assistant of the Vitebsk Transport Prosecutor Yanchilenko Elena