About that damn maniac

A lot of time have passed since that night partol. That was fun, and that was scary at the same time.

To tell things short, we were riding a Black Boomer (kekeke) with hammers, clubs and ice-axes all night long, visiting every single yard and every single dark spot, ready to help people in case they will be attacked, to see them get to their doors unhurt, and to possibly catch that damn butcher.

To sum things up, that wasn't very efficient, as people tended to be afraid of us more that of the possibility to meet maniac. We were even stopped by a speznas patrol - rude guys in ski masks with AKSUs. It was a bit hard to explain we wero from volunteer patrol, though in the end they said their thanks and we went off.

However, taking into consideration that we only met militia two times during the whole night - seems like the neighborhood wasn't safe at all, thus our patrol was not a waste of time.

By the way, when some time have passed, everyone here agreed that the 'maniac' thing was just a political move to distract the attention from our beloved mr. President's affairs.
Yeah, slicing a few people to death is a nice way to gain political advantag these days.