Ivan Ivanovich went out. Some people closed the door behind him. - Who is it? - thought Ivanovich. Before him lay a bum. With his bloody hands, Ivan counted 500 stab wounds to the taxi driver. - Yes, but before I was a quiet person. - He thought again. - Court, colony, 15 years? Oh, walk - so walk.
In his dead hands they found a bundle of suicide notes, which he distributed to his victims. Further, Ivanovich acted without hands , which had been cut off by some dude who was returning from a ken-do workout. He was never found later, and Ivanovich had his sword fitted to the right shoe.
At trial, he tried to mow under a psycho, but he was told: " You are not a fool, you are just special ," and were placed in a colony of a not very strict regime, but an extremely developed mess.