I stand in the bank box, a small row - literally a few people. Is the guy coming in to the box?

and yes.

The row moves quite sharply. In front of me there are a couple of people, and here the wallets are closed. The girl standing next to the box window, turns:

some technical failure.

The man who followed me (with sadness):

- I have become accustomed, where I won't come forever such a shit, then failure, then just the door is closed, then something is broken, in the best case just lunch.

The man who managed to take the line for this guy:

I need to go to the tax, can you go with me?