and Beijing. We leave the hotel and will be at the airport in an hour. Instead of taking the keys from us and leaving the world, the Chinese woman at the reception began to talk something to us actively in Chinese, regularly pointing her finger on a paper with the inscription "I don't speak English well, but I will do my best to help you", talking on the phone with someone, apparently smart, and most importantly - waving a check in the middle of which is written a fat zero. We stand with our leader, trying to understand what and how we need to do to remove this curse, the rest are cooking somewhere in the hall, the Chinese woman cries and shakes her hands, and the time for the road through Chinese traffic jams is getting less and less. We are already desperate, thinking how to go quietly. And suddenly, Danya approaches the stand with a steady step, chewing the banana and solemnly stretching the lady's skin (there was no rubbish around). He receives a submission, bending from laughter, mastering us with his hand and letting go with peace. This is what you are, zero yuan.