A colleague told the story (after the first person):

I am standing in the subway, waiting for a friend. They agreed to meet, but he was late. I don’t like it and I don’t understand it, but I stand, I wait. And suddenly a puppy appears nearby, and begins to run at his legs, a good one, quite small, strong, cute. Clearly a homeless.

It was a pity, he sat down, grabbed, and the dog is good, good, pleased with attention. I took him on my arms, literally a minute passes, suddenly a woman comes in. He stood up, looked at me, wondered:

Do you sell a puppy?

How much do you give?

- Well, a maximum of a thousand - the woman begins to justify slightly, and explains - my daughter has long wanted a dog, I want to delight. A little money.

Okay, okay, all right, take for six hundred, and that’s all.

The woman rejoices, begins to confuse a little, wants to take a puppy, and I say:

Yes, I see you are a good man, kind, take it like this. Nothing need.

The woman is happy, takes a puppy, thanks.

So the puppy and arranged in a few minutes)