Eleven in the evening. 24 hours of universe.
A group of young people – sports pants, leather jackets, shoes, mat by word – all as needed.
They approach the box with a basket loaded up with cheap beer.
Suddenly one, loudly - "Boys, yo@ta! @#$%t, and Vasenke, Vasenke-something forgotten!" - and wide steps quickly removed into the depth of the store.
Returns with two bags "Kitchen".
"Children" are very pleasant. They break. They leave.