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I live in an apartment building in Bratislava. Recently there was a buzz from the intercom phone near my front door: someone wanted to come in from downstairs.
They: Good day, sir, this is the police, may we come in?
They: We are looking for so-and-so, may we come in?
Me: I don’t know so-and-so.
They: Well, could you open the door so that we could come in and look for him?
Me: No, I think not.
They: Thank you, good day.
And then in the hallway, from the apartment next to mine: BZZZZ!
Now, the Slovak police are no saints, but coming as I do from the land of Rodney King, the no-knock raid/search and routine subjection of children to electro-shock torture, the level of politeness and relative lack of insistence was refreshing.