Life has a way of throwing curveballs—some wrapped in velvet, others dipped in absurdity. Take, for instance, the case of a certain fitness enthusiast who returned to his locker after a grueling workout, only to find his prized Rolex Submariner Black had evaporated into thin air. The timepiece, worth roughly a cool million rubles, had vanished faster than motivation on a Monday morning. Authorities dusted for fingerprints and scoured for shoe prints, but so far, the watch remains as elusive as a decent Wi-Fi signal in a concrete bunker.
Meanwhile, in a plot twist ripped from a low-budget crime thriller, a 22-year-old woman in Nazarovo attempted to rob a gas station—armed with nothing but a fake grenade and a heart full of regret. Turns out, she’d fallen prey to phone scammers, who sweet-talked her into taking out microloans and funneling the cash their way. Left penniless and panicked, she resorted to theatrics, waving around a grenade replica like it was a golden ticket. Spoiler: it wasn’t. The only thing she detonated was her own freedom.
As the hunt for the Rolex thief continues, one thing’s clear: crime doesn’t pay—unless you’re very, very good at it. And these amateurs? They’re not.
