The story was in 2013. A friend recently was at a wedding, printed a couple of packs of money for some competitions there. Well, he left in his wallet a few banknotes of 500 r. we go with him past a meter, all such disguised in tie cravings, all things. I get into some ice cream shoes and start looking in my pockets how to wipe out that shit. Here a friend does not think long gets me this fifty (quality good and distinguish the fake could only be nearby) and I wipe her shoe. At the moment I threw the paper into the urn, I noticed the faces of three Tajiks on the bench next door. It’s hard to understand what was written on their faces.