Every time I recall this story and it gets overwhelmed by inconvenience.

At night visitors are few and there is a completely different contingent, but since she was in the center of the city, I often worked with decent and polite buyers.

The man came in the middle of the night and stunned with a list of drugs and (hi-hi) other pharmaceutical range.

The list included expensive drugs, a bunch of different types of condoms and ointments, viagra in the maximum dosage, miramistin in the volume of 1 liter, a bunch of remedies from a hammer and means to restore the liver.

I am all immersed in the thoughts of his fun life, piercing and putting everything in a bag, calling the total amount ~~10,000, and encountering a natural question for the pharmacy:

Oh, and why so much!? to

And my answer, which sounded like a lightning and made us rust in a second:

You have to pay for pleasure!