The case was tonight. There was nothing to do. I live in the north of England and the people here are gambling. Therefore, all kinds of lotteries, bingo halls, establishments with slot machines (and this is legal here, yes) are very popular places for leisure. I also have a love for gambling. I especially loved going to the bingo halls in England. This is the type of ‘Russian lottery’, but not at home, when you check the numbers in the ticket in front of the TV, and when everything is organized: at 18:00 you go to a huge pavilion, choose a ‘lucky’ (by your own idea) table, buy at the box office your lottery tickets, sit down and the speaker announces what game begins (line-2 line-house) and patiently wait for the victory! When 200-300 people gathered, and some games are held online together with other clubs around the country, chances of winning are small. The prizes are good! So here! I had nothing to do one day (the child is my grandmother, my husband is at work) and I decided to visit the bingo hall. has arrived. The table of luck chose, the tickets bought, the game began. I was definitely not lucky. Even close to a possible victory in at least one of the combinations did not have to think. There are hundreds of people playing at the same time! After an hour of action, being proudly alone, for some reason I was frankly bored and decided it was time to go home. I collected my tickets in a bunch, and there were two more full games left. I think, well not to miss the good - I will give the tickets out to that sad grandfather (his hair and beard were white, like Santa Claus), suddenly he will be lucky in my absence, and I will be happy, even if I do not know about it! I went to my grandfather, I said, say, take my tickets, plus, it is time for me to go home, and you will be more fun. Grandfather did not understand what was required from him at first, but then I explained to him that I was leaving forever and my tickets were his. He took them kindly and we said goodbye. I went to the parking lot to get home on my “carpet”. I go out to the parking lot, here’s the: I’m completely blocked! In other words, it was not possible to actually leave the parking lot. I am standing. I think fucking, do what? Apparently, everyone who has parked is playing bingo... it is now that I am waiting for them all on the street! Until they are done, until they get to the parking lot on their crumbs... I turned, I turned... I think I will go back to the hall, talk to the staff, what to do in this case. I go into the hall... I remind you that there were about 300 people playing in the hall... there is a game... I walk quietly along the wall to not attract attention and not interrupt the tense announcement of the numbers. How suddenly! The grandfather to whom I gave my tickets rushes from his seat (he was very close to me) and says to me, “Girl, GIRL! Your ticket while you left home, HAUS won!!! You know house! Here’s your money, £500 you won, congratulations! To say that I am an officer is to say nothing. To be honest, I was confused by the honesty of a completely strange grandfather, whom I would probably never see again in my life, and who could simply not notice my appearance in the room again. Or pretending not to notice. And he wasn’t the one who noticed me, he also told me that this is my money! Even though I went home! This moment upset me incredibly. I told my grandfather at first that it was unfair on my part, because it was his tickets. My grandfather rejected my version. It annoyed me even more. And then I told my grandfather that my last proposal was to ‘waste’ half the money! After all, it was his honesty and ‘sure’ luck helped me win! Grandpa, though unwilling, but agreed! So I left in the end with a win, although I returned for the car from the parking lot! Daddy also smiled in her mouth, frankly! But I remembered it forever not with a smile first, but with honesty! Since then I have been asking: what would you do in such a situation, for example? When did they gain what belonged to another?