Mother of you! I am at the post office to send an ordered letter. A crowd of pensioners with packages of receipts. People are full, the window is natural, one. The tail has already climbed behind me. Pensioners, next to Sberbank, what fucking deal with your tickets to the mail!?!Oh, how they all went out! We went, we went and we will go, and you are not a decree to us here!" In the bank, the receipts will be replaced, the delivery will not be given, and the receipts are fake!
"Why are they fake?"
"Because the ink burns out of the ticket, after a year it is no longer visible!"
There is an offer - let then letters and packages Sberbank issue!