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The glass doors rattled and fell down - the hooded boy accurately threw a heavy stone, the size of his head, a stone, the second one in the mask, with a crowbar, began to clean up the fragments sticking out of the door frames with a crowbar and a nasty rattle. Three men at that time were breaking through the window with a garbage container. Ringing and grinding, screeching and screaming were everywhere, the darkness was illuminated by the light of flashlights and mobile phones. The pogrom of the shopping center looked like a fun game, a team of rioters - about three hundred young people, mostly guys - broke doors and windows, breaking through the road. Behind them, a crowd of several thousand citizens raged and hooted, waiting for the passage to be broken, rooting for them, like at football.

Behind the broken doors was a barricade hastily built by guards from cabinets and refrigerators. The guys with pieces of rebar in their hands rushed into the darkness, climbing over piles of boxes
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