Flight of Aeroflot. We passed the control, we sit in the economy, in the tail, the passengers are almost all Russians, all acidic... boring, in general.
Just gained height, as a neighbor gets out of his pocket 20 U.S. rubles and, touching the shoulder of the uncle sitting in front of him, with an innocent look stretches him a paper:
Please pass on the trip!
The uncle on the machine takes the backs, hangs for a couple of seconds, and then, lighting up his face and conspiracy-chicking, does the same with the passenger in front of him. Under the growing bustle and laughter in the cabin, the twentieth reached the focus and fell into the hands of a cute lady.
The uncle immediately commented: said, and the lady is nice, and the entire plane crashed for just 20 backs.
This story should have ended if it wasn’t for the girl. Then, kneeling to the one who handed over the money, he rises from the chair and with a serious sight hides behind the shell where the stewardesses hang. It was quiet in the cabin, like in the morrow before the New Year.
Somewhere in a minute the lady returns and all with the same unwavering look gives twenty to the one from whom she received, and says something quietly to him.
Now the wave of rust has gone in the opposite direction and reached us in the form of the same twenty that the neighbor received from the crying uncle with the words:
- The pilots have no small things, asked without surrender!