After a few days, the judge called us to testify as to how we arrested him. And that lasted, and I had the feeling that something was wrong with that homeless man. I had a feeling that we would meet him again. And I was right. And the theft happened again and he ended up in custody again. I didn't understand where he got the money for a lawyer and bail, but I quickly forgot about it. He wasn't convicted because it turned out that he wasn't the one who stole, but a man who looked like him. We eventually arrested him too. And our homeless man was called Lazar. The homeless man looked at me strangely. I wrote this because I'll get to the moment when I told him my name. When he was leaving the police station, he looked at me and asked: beautiful, what's your name?
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