We decided to go to the movie Our Rush: Eggs of Fate. I did not smoke, did not drink) The mind is clean and sober) The turn to the box before me and I am so quietly without the back soap: "There is room for our eggs at 22:30?". From behind I hear a compressed laugh, I understand that I said some nonsense and quickly try to correct the situation: "Eye, that is, on your eggs...". All behind is just a wild goat and rust. I think it’s a failure and it’s quietly like this: “Eye, no, I’m sure we’ll give you four tickets for our eggs.” The cashier kept nice, only the tears passing out her walled feelings.