Thought is Strength. Against the mafia.
Posted 12-25-2019 at 08:07 AM by Cethtot
It was at the beginning of 00 years. Disposition - I'm homeless, but I live in an emergency 3 - story building, a former school, in Moscow.
Summer. No one else comes to this house. But suddenly, habitually going around all the floors, I saw two - an old man with an old woman, homeless. I said nothing, mentally allowing the two of them to live there, on the first floor. I'm on the third.
I do not close the door to my room - I prefer to immediately see the problem, I'm not afraid. And one morning he heard someone quietly open the door and touch the bag with empty bottles. I was hoping to see who it was - the room was bent. But it became quiet, went away, felt that I woke up.
I got dressed and went through the whole building, looking for the unknown. And when he went into the room of the elderly, he was surprised - there were 20 people sleeping along the wall.
In general, I kicked everyone out. But the old man tried to stay, warning that he had protection - the Solntsevo mafia. To which I said that I had already met with the Kazan group, so I’m not afraid of his Solntsevo.
A few days later, during the day - I swept my territory on the street; three went into the yard. One senior and two bodyguards. They did not go straight to me, but entered the entrance, and began to watch me from the window. Threw a couple of pebbles in my direction, but that's all. I did not respond. They left. It was intelligence.
In the evening, going to bed, suddenly for myself, I imagined the silhouette of a man - having determined for myself that this was the leader of this grouping. He imagined that his soul was throat with his hand so that he began to choke without air.
And he mentally warned that if one of his people was eating at me, I would simply block his oxygen completely.
*Nobody bothered me anymore.
*And somewhere during the week, on my daily walk through the center of Moscow, on Tverskaya, a black BMW stood in front of me, followed by a jeep with people. The driver got out of the BMW and turned in my direction. We met gaze, eye to eye.At that moment, I felt a strong consternation - he sharply turned away, got into the car and both cars left. I understand that this leader simply wanted to look at me. And my emotion of fear, telepathically transmitted to him, he accepted it as his reaction and quickly left.
Summer. No one else comes to this house. But suddenly, habitually going around all the floors, I saw two - an old man with an old woman, homeless. I said nothing, mentally allowing the two of them to live there, on the first floor. I'm on the third.
I do not close the door to my room - I prefer to immediately see the problem, I'm not afraid. And one morning he heard someone quietly open the door and touch the bag with empty bottles. I was hoping to see who it was - the room was bent. But it became quiet, went away, felt that I woke up.
I got dressed and went through the whole building, looking for the unknown. And when he went into the room of the elderly, he was surprised - there were 20 people sleeping along the wall.
In general, I kicked everyone out. But the old man tried to stay, warning that he had protection - the Solntsevo mafia. To which I said that I had already met with the Kazan group, so I’m not afraid of his Solntsevo.
A few days later, during the day - I swept my territory on the street; three went into the yard. One senior and two bodyguards. They did not go straight to me, but entered the entrance, and began to watch me from the window. Threw a couple of pebbles in my direction, but that's all. I did not respond. They left. It was intelligence.
In the evening, going to bed, suddenly for myself, I imagined the silhouette of a man - having determined for myself that this was the leader of this grouping. He imagined that his soul was throat with his hand so that he began to choke without air.
And he mentally warned that if one of his people was eating at me, I would simply block his oxygen completely.
*Nobody bothered me anymore.
*And somewhere during the week, on my daily walk through the center of Moscow, on Tverskaya, a black BMW stood in front of me, followed by a jeep with people. The driver got out of the BMW and turned in my direction. We met gaze, eye to eye.At that moment, I felt a strong consternation - he sharply turned away, got into the car and both cars left. I understand that this leader simply wanted to look at me. And my emotion of fear, telepathically transmitted to him, he accepted it as his reaction and quickly left.
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