The case is solved!
I remember, in 1992, I was appointed a district police officer in our Academgorodok. I, in principle, knew what to expect, since I grew up in this environment. The contingent is very specific. "A botanist - a complainant is a brawler," and even with the phone and the ability to write related complaints on 9 pages - this is cleaner than a recidivist with 20 years of age and open tuberculosis.
So here. We had one theft. In the school cafeteria. The years were hungry and local noobs stole several kilograms of sausages, bread, and condensed milk. Pure devour, not self-interest for the sake of.
In principle, we would have already revealed this “matter” (which actually happened later). But the school administration wanted a full-fledged operation group with a dog. Like in the movies. And let's call in all instances with complaints against me and the duty investigator. Half of the children there, by the way - from the families of deputies, heads of different levels, prosecutors and other colors of life. The whole city raised their ears. I naturally perepalo. And I received an unequivocal order to provide a dog to the MP. The nursery is true in the city police department, six months before the described events, it was disbanded, the CPC was "written off", and the feed funds were squandered.But the authorities did not care. "Hachu dog - and neepet!". Degree "love" to the bodies of rolls.
Well, I had to quickly negotiate with subcontractors from ITK 6 (since there were 3 powerful zones within the city, and my father had a boss there was a friend). And quickly to me, from there, a fighter of an explosive unit with a machine gun without a store and a dog (a guard sheep-dog with wet and intelligent eyes) stared up. The soldier, I quickly explained the essence of the question (with a businesslike look to go to school and force the dog to depict the search). Actually, of all those present, only it was clear to us that the guard dog was not a trace dog. And the sense of it is very, very little.
But the sheep dog quickly got into the taste and with pleasure played the role of a frontier Dzhulbars following in the wake of a mother spy. The dog was having fun. The school administration, represented by the director and supply manager, was also delighted. Contacts were getting better, work got boring - routine in nature.
The idyll continued until the dog found three large trays of minced meat in the back room (for lunch for the second shift). Then the events began to spin like in cool Hollywood action movies, when everyone moves in slow motion mode, and the head hero in ultra rapid mode.
But whoever will tell me - I would not have believed that an ordinary East European Shepherd can eat 8 kilograms of minced meat in three minutes. But I saw it myself.
After what he had done, the dog calmly settled down on the side in the middle of the dining room with a view - "I don't care, and now you can kill!" In the car she was carried almost in her arms. The cooks were crying (half of the meat, probably, they should have gone over). The soldier smiled shyly (the dogs were fed very poorly) and probably envied the dog (the soldiers were fed worse than dogs). They tried to punish me, but their hands were short then. Yes, and I opened the theft. Only sausages could not be returned. They were eaten by a “gang of thieves,” the eldest of whom was 13 years old.
By the way - the leader of the "gang" is now in Moscow, at a very cool position.