Theft

"Hello, I would like to report a theft," the young lady whispered to the little fatt policeman behind the desk. She was half that he was, not even to tall so she almost get lost in his office.

"Oh, well than. And what did they steal you, lady? "Asked the policeman impartially and lighted his cigarette.

"Heart", she is responsible.

"Ahh, so it is a serious thing," laughs the cop and the cigarette smoke spontaneously slips between his dry lips. The smoke or policeman´s irony didn´t make her feel well.

"Sorry I bothered you," she whispered and run out of the office.
At the same moment, her blue eyes turned into a stream of tears. She stoped in the middle of the hallway and tried to find a handkerchief in her purse. At once a piece of white fabric appeared directly under her head.

"Handkerchief?" the young man in uniform asked. "What happened to you?"

"I´ll tell you and you will laugh like the other one over there," the girl replied and looked at the office door she left few second ago.

"Oh. Do not worry. He laughs to everybody. Come to my office and tell me everything. "

Young cop didn´t wait for answer and gently helped her to enter his office.

"So now tell me what happened to you?" He asks with interest.

"I've been robbed," she says with the nose in a handkerchief.
She even didn´t mind the handkerchief was used, she was pleased by the willingness of the young officer.

"And what did they steal to you?"

"Heart," The girl whispered softly.

Young men shine in his eyes and said: "So do not cry anymore. Surely we can find your heart, it must be beautiful, I can´t be wrong. And untill I can give you mine. "