Location: Helsinki - a quiet, little and cold bird nest.
Time: Thursday afternoon.
Place: Helsinki city police center.
Phone rings and wakes everybody up.
Officer: Yes? Is it another stolen Habbo Hotel coin again?
Some woman: Somebody fired a gun!
That was something, really something. The officer gasped and left the building immediately in order to help the victims.
Not just him, but 5 police patrols.
All wearing two body armours each.
They were in such hurry they forgot their helmets, but what the heck, at least they were on the crime scene soon enough and found the block of flats easily.
They climbed up and opened the door of the questionable home.
Behind the door was standing a mother with her two little kids.*
One of them had jumped on an empty package of juice.
* Not me, but could have been. It's possible I may have to start thinking properly what to wear at home. You never know who is going to visit you.
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