I sit in the guests, time is late at night, I am coming out. Where to buy cigarettes on the road? My hospitable host says there is a store nearby, though it may already be closed. Okay, I think, anyway on the road, I’ll go.



The shop is open, I come in. Behind the shelf a nice saleswoman, sees me papyrus. I pay, I clean the package in my pocket, and I think I need to know the time of the store to tell the comrade.

What time do you work today? I ask thoughtfully.

“Oh, I’m late today,” the girl was upset, “but tomorrow I’ll finish early!

I continued to sneeze thoughtfully, smiled at the saleswoman, and with the bullet to hide the embarrassment, jumped out on the street. It was uncomfortable, but pleasant.