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A group of boys are spending summer riding their bikes across the city but suddenly they are forced to fight a group of thieves.
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A group of boys are spending summer riding their bikes across the city but suddenly they are forced to fight a group of thieves.
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Genre:Family, Crime
Written By:Josef Eismann, Otakar Kosek
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Runtime:70 minutes
Studio:Filmové studio Gottwaldov
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