Stepanych: A friend I had here 3 years ago, called a taxi home from the cafe. The order was 170 rubles. To see something bad for him there in the cafe was fed, and at the beginning of the way he felt that the day valve in him was about to break off from all the safeguards. Since the prospect of carrying himself into some compact McDack in order to wrap it all from the ceiling to the floor did not smile at all to him, he persisted to the house itself. And already at the entrance door, and waiting for the taxi driver to count him 30 rubles from two cents, the valve broke. He didn’t get into the elevator, he went home by the stairs.

And when We had gone away from this revelation, caused by an abundant acceptance of bitterness, We gave him a new creature: Judas.
For he went out for thirty silver coins.