Here are some of these beautiful airport stories. I am sitting in Sheremetyevo, waiting for a colleague, reading. The boy rabbit-sparing-something-there-card-s-super-cashback (a bonus travel pillow) fits and turns to me, shining with a taught smile:

Girl, do you want a gift? You are from which city?

From Tula.

No, then you don’t have a gift.

How is it?

Your region does not participate in the action.

Well, and happiness was so possible... and there was no luck! I am breathing pictures.

“Well, I’t say,” the boy smiles embarrassed. Maybe the opposite.