Samara, the station, I go off the train, overtakes the man and runs a pack of money almost under his feet (steps in two ahead), immediately on his shoulder: "Oh, look, money!!!" Divorce, I thought (since I will not come to Samara, there are 3-4 brigades of such spiders at the station). With the words “money dirt!” Broke the penalty. Dirty fighting, 3 fucking run to look for the “puppet.”