Literally in the days. In the metro. I feel like the bag is slightly crushed. I look around - and there some Slavic guy, sorry for the detail, appearance, decent such in appearance, already adds my cute military wallet to his pocket. I hardly noticed. But I still say:
“It’s you, Monsieur Cher, you didn’t get that wallet out. There is no money in that.
He turned to me and asked me:
How not?
Let’s go, I say, here.
He gets and gives on the machine. I look - and this is really the one in which I don't have money. I open and show:
There is no money. Some of the visits. A "this" wallet, - I get out of the bag, - here!
Externally, they differ only by a small brick.
But in it, I say, there is no money!
I clean both.
“How,” he said, “doesn’t you?
Yes I say. I forgot to put them there.

No, the devil of course. After all, when he stretched out my empty wallet, I could hold him by the hand and scream that he was being robbed. But he had such a funny face that I couldn’t keep up with another mini-show :)