I go in to hope for a five (for vodka, of course). I took vodka and went to the box. In front of me is the turn: a man is paid, behind him are teenagers - a guy with a girl aged 16 to 20. A man cries out to a girl like this:

I slept with you, but that doesn’t mean I’m yours.

He responds with the same bitterness:

Change the cassette.

I understand that this is a kind of youthful joke, because they both crack, and she calls him “Morgenstern unworked.”

An unwavering treasurer breaks through their endless chips and cookies and slows down energy before the bank.

Show me your passport.

- Oh yeah, I left the right in the car, I will bring happiness, try, I will bring happiness, you will see, - it all went from the mouth of a teenager to an already young cashier. I thought it was also a modern joke, or maybe even a fashion song.

- Show the passport - these cassiers are truly untouchable.

What kind of kitchen? Everybody knows me, nobody asks me anything. This is an overturn by the teenager.

The cashier puts the energy on the side:

It is 256 rubles. Card or cash?

- The card, - crushes the teeth of the unsuccessful buyer of energy, who was disgustingly embarrassed in the eyes of the whole public, and in addition to the beloved girl.

I finally pierced my favorite vodka plus a pack of cigarettes. I go out on the door and taste good.

Let me smoke, let me smoke!

Oh, it was drawing a cool boy out of line again. Nearby is his passion (is it funny to say, do they know that word?)

At first, I just wanted to send him where the grown-up uncles should be sending the young ones. But then I remembered the cruel and unbearable face of the cashier:

Show me your passport.

You would see the face of this ungrown macho. And also the laughter of his girlfriend)))