How I was caught by the police for the first time (Patreon)

I remembered this story recently. That`s why I decided to write it until I forgot again. It's about the police.

To tell you the truth, to date, I have been caught a lot of times. There were both ordinary police and paramilitary security. There is nothing to be proud of. This is very serious. It’s clear that if you climb the usual roof of the old house, the police will come to pick you up from there. In fact, the police are very indifferent, although they should ensure your safety. If you climb a strict object, then don`t expect anything good. You can not only be caught on the spot, but also beaten, and told where you shouldn`t climb. I also had such stories, but I will tell these stories some other time.

But how was it the first time? Where did I go and what was it for me?

As usual, we return to the distant 2015. Spring. I was still not very experienced in my occupation, although I visited almost all the famous places in Kyiv. I had my own group of beginner roofers, with whom I always climbed. So, one day a friend called me and said: “There is a very cool place, few people were here. And if you don’t come now, you can’t climb anymore. I’m already there and I’ve opened everything, so I’m waiting for you here.” These words intrigued me, and I was not so far from this place.

Upon arrival, I saw a large house with a star. The wide and tall building. At first sight, it was obvious that the house was built in the distant USSR. Among the many buildings of the same type in the city center, the building was distinguished by a huge star on the roof. The star itself was made as a lightning rod. Indeed, few were on the roof of this building, so the temptation was great.

I went to the entrance and called my friends. One of them opened the door and told me to hurry. When we went inside, a friend began to run up the stairs, and I ran after him. At first, I didn`t understand why we were running. But I just didn`t know that there should be a guard in this place who had gone away for a short while.

I went up to the top floor, greeted everyone, and was about to climb higher. There was a small staircase to the ceiling with a hatch. We silently went upstairs. There were 4 of us, so, it was very difficult to be unnoticed. The attic in which we were, led to the lower tier. There was an interval of 5-7 floors between the upper and lower tiers. We climbed the lower tier because there was only an external staircase. It might be easier to immediately look for an exit to the roof on the upper tier. But apparently, it was unrealizable. My fear of heights was still with me, and the stairs staggered very much. When my friends climbed very quickly, I climbed slowly and carefully.

The whole outing was very easy, I got to the upper tier and tried to climb the structure itself. I reached the middle and decided to stop. I didn`t have a camera or a normal phone. So, I had to ask friends to take pictures of me.

While we were at the very top, another friend went to the building. He simply didn`t have time to arrive on time at the place. When we were on the roof, he called us and said that the guard saw us and called the police. We had a little time to run away. And only a few options on how to get down. With my speed, I was afraid to let others down. Although I did everything quickly, we ran out of time. A friend said that the police had already arrived and were going to enter the house.

The windows of other apartments were located under the stairs, from there some aunt started screaming at me. When she saw how many people were walking on the roof, she began to threaten that she would call the police. We tried to avoid conflict, but it attracted a lot of unwanted attention. The police heard and ran into the house. We had no idea what to do. I didn`t want to go to the police at all. We decided to hide in the attic and, if possible, run away from there.

The attic was very large, and there was a lot of different garbage. I found several boards and covered myself with them. On the street, it started to get dark. It was good for us because it was harder to see us. The policemen got up, one of them went to inspect the roof, and the other went to the attic. It was very scary because I couldn`t see them and didn`t know where they go. One of the policemen climbed the attic and tried to find us, somewhere his pants got caught and he tore them up. Ten minutes passed, and I was going to escape. And then a policeman stood right in front of me and said: "Well, get out, stop hiding." One of my friends flinched and made a fuss. I hoped that they still would not notice me, but the noise caught the attention of the policeman. He called the second one and began to look for us already in a certain place. In the end, of course, we were found.

When I met with the police, I thought they would just talk to us and let go, but it wasn`t so simple. The guard wrote a police report, saying that we broke the lock. The police put us all in a car. Unlike my friends, I was in this situation for the first time, so I was a little worried. While we were in the car my friends talked, joked and had fun.

After we arrived at the station, the policeman said that our parents should pick us up. Then I felt uneasy because I was 16 years old. Until I am 18, my parents are responsible for me. I didn`t want them to know about this case. On my mobile phone, in a hurry, I began to change the contacts of my parents. I asked my friend to pretend to be my mother in a telephone conversation and renamed her. Her voice is quite rude, so it should have worked. I asked her to say that my parents are not in the city, and they won’t be able to pick me up. The policeman called her and they discussed something for a long time. I began to worry that my plan would be revealed. However, everything went well, and after a little "police therapy" they let us go.

I was both scared and curious. They didn’t do anything bad to me. People were as adequate and calm as possible. While I was leaving the police station, my friends were joking, thereby calming me more and more. In the end, I had a sense of relief. I could safely go home and not worry about the whole story.