The morning. and Tuesday. I went to the store before work. In front of me in the line stood a man of 65 years, obviously from the body, well, and to the appearance of a lover of drinking, but still cared for. On the tape he had a pack of vegetables and 0.5 fire water. And he attracted my attention by crazyly crawling in my pockets. As his turn approached, he said with a sad look to the cashier, "I lack money, leave the bottle." As he smiles, he doesn’t want to bother his granddaughter. He pays money and leaves. This is good.