Next to the house (twenty meters from the entrance) shop system "oh, forgot to buy bread". There is an assortment of the first gastronomic necessity (bread, milk, etc.) and a low-cost alcoholic department with a clear emphasis on inexpensive drinks. The contingent around is tossed corresponding.

At ten o’clock in the evening, I go home. Suddenly, the store contingent somehow strangely revives, shakes my hands and is generally somehow suspiciously happy to see. I ignore it, I calmly go on, I reached the entrance, I look for a key in my pocket, I hear behind my back the rejoicing and sad: “No, guys, it’s not her!”

I give a tooth, there’s some drama, but I don’t know what...