I don't usually try to sound sly or crazy, but the situation is different. The fact is that I live on the "Moon-34". This is, as you would understand it, a dump. Literally not. I'm not exaggerating. Ships are sending messages of garbage from planets, including people like me. And I decided to take an extreme step. To steal from a local authority what is now considered fashionable - silver gold. Of course, I don't understand this, but it's just gold and silver glued together. That's it! Why is it considered something elite? And no, it's not about Wealth. It occurred to some genius that this would be brilliant, or as the locals call it, just a marketing ploy, that after a while it would all get mixed up and no one would normally buy silver gold.
My brilliant plan was to infiltrate the main silver-gold production lab at the local government office near Unch, disguised as a janitor. And I was going to steal just a little bit, just a little bit. I panicked when I saw how much there really was, but you'll find out for yourself now.
I took clothes from one of the cleaners who had fallen asleep while working, along with various tools designed to collect the remains of gold from the ground, the floor, and various places, ensuring that not a single piece, even the tiniest, was left behind. I went inside, and the foremen let me in thanks to the mask I was wearing, which allows you to hide your face and keep your eyes open. Before I could put it on, the foremen's employees let me through security, but they said, "Wait, it's not time yet." I tried to look out into the corridor, and below me I saw a huge number of pieces of gold, as if it were a tablecloth covered in some kind of stones. It glittered, it was unreal. As I realized, this was the side where they prepared the gold in a special mold that makes it rectangular so that it doesn't look natural, but rather like it was made by itself, silver and gold, as if glued together by nature, by itself.
I walked straight through the corridor Another corridor, another guard, another corridor, another guard, another corridor Eventually I see a whole so-called finished trail of silver gold. For some reason, I didn't think at that moment, but I had no choice but to grab this object and run I did. Through all the corridors Well, I cheated a little I took this piece of silver gold Put it under my uniform And pretended that I was a little fat Hoping that no one would notice So that no one would notice anything I went to the restroom. There was a small window There was hardly a person could get in there. Well, here's a hand, yes. Or a piece of gold, yes. I wrapped the piece of gold in toilet paper Tightly, pretty tightly. After I threw it out the window. Then I left there, took off my uniform And then I regretted it. I put the uniform back on, thinking that this place might be guarded By guards. Well, I'm going for gold again, for silver gold. Surprisingly, it didn't appeal to the guards, but they weren't guarding the toilet wall. I went to the market. After that, I hid the gold in more waterproof bags and boxes.