Doll for the brother

 "Did you see where he ran? He stole my tablet!"" Right over there on the corner. Hey, slug, do you know who you're messing with? Stop!"" Den, come on, we won't catch up with him, you know what these street kids are dodgers!"" No, well, I only turned away for five minutes! Okay, tomorrow I'll tell all of our people to follow the bitch.""Come on, it's raining! Morning is wiser than evening."The fifteen-year-old boy listened to their conversation, and he clutched to his chest the tablet that he had so successfully stolen in the cafe. It's common, before there were only mobile phones, but now it's time to take the expensive trinkets. He can't catch his breath, he's hiding near the trash cans, and it stinks in here. It's hard to catch your breath, cold, nasty drops trickle down your face, as if you feel like this piece of garbage. It's time to get out of here. Alex &n