In 1993, when there was money in circulation, both Soviet and new Russian, I suddenly found myself in the box office of a collapsing Soviet trading network. Suddenly, a senior cashier arrived at the hospital. The working hours were from 13 to 21:00 and a working Saturday.
24.07.1993, on Saturday, was my last working day at the box office, on Monday I had to go out sick, and I would transfer the box office. The kids were with my grandmother, I walked the market in the morning and went to work. And at this time it turns out to have announced the withdrawal of Soviet money from circulation until 0 am 26.07.93, i.e. Until Monday.
Immediately all the chiefs appeared, quickly shaken the entire box, separating the Soviet from the Russian. Good acquaintances fell, asking to change money, so the office was transferred to a siege. Almost all the other shops in the city closed, we worked almost alone. Cassiers from the trade hall carried money in avocados. Each avosky was rubbed on a separate table, I was carried already sorted and counted. Chariots came from the branches. I re-calculated all this, placed the stamps in my office and recorded it. Everything was in full confidence. We counted the money all these days and a half, and we had only one machine. By the morning of the 26th to deposit to the bank I had about 30 million in 4 health boxes and an explanatory to the bank for such an amount.
Z is. I had a cash box, there was even a small surplus for a cake for tea.