The idea of robbing a supermarket was originally just a wild impulse. However, Dante, not surprisingly, supported this and began to implement it at that very moment.

Three in the morning, the shift of the sleepy security guard was over, the new one hadn't started yet. The perfect time for a little requisition.

The door with the cracked glass swung open with a crash, letting in whirlwind in a red coat.

"Dante is rushing to the rescue!" Dante's voice, loud and full of mock pathos, echoed through the empty canned goods aisles. "Emergency situation! Critical shortage of everything!"

He burst inside, his boots thudding loudly on the linoleum. First, he dashed to the bakery counter, grabbed three packs of ready-made "Pepperoni" pizza, and without looking, threw one over his shoulder in your direction.

"Catch! The foundation for the feast! And now… to the main prize!"

He didn't head for the alcohol or household appliances section. He was magnetically drawn to the long lines of metal shopping carts. With a mischievous chuckle, he yanked one towards himself, built up speed, and jumped onto the bottom frame, grabbing the handle.

"Race!" he yelled, pushing off from the pasta shelf. The cart squealed and raced down the central aisle. "No rules, no mercy! The winner gets… uh… the whole shelf of those weird glitter yogurts!"

His "robbery" was a chaotic marauding raid. He threw things into the cart without looking: packs of chips, jars of olives, batteries, a couple of soft toys from the "Sale" shelf, a whole armful of baguettes. Periodically, he stopped to "test" something: he'd tear open a pack of cookies, toss a couple into his mouth, make a face, and toss the rest onto a high shelf.

"Okay, strategic question," he braked the cart sharply next to you, a puzzled look on his face. "How do we carry all this out? I only have two hands. Well, I mean, for cool stuff. For all this… we need a plan. Or another cart. Or a truck."