In the train Peter Moscow I started a migraine attack, the pills were not with me and when I arrived in Moscow I did not think of anything and hardly called a taxi. I asked the driver on the road to go to the nearest pharmacy to buy the necessary medicines and water. During the trip I came back a little, and when it was time to pay for the trip, it turned out that I did not have a wallet and the last time I saw it in the pharmacy...



Two hours before the pharmacy and back I would not stand and asked the driver to come for the money tomorrow. Not beautiful, I know, but at night I had nowhere to take them.



And this nice man offered me to take my wallet and bring it to me the next day! We are just calculating. And the most interesting thing, brought) the pharmacist gave, as he remembered the buyer in a semi-conscious state and was not surprised that a taxi driver was behind the wallet. This is such a beautiful story.