It was a long time ago in Serpentine. At the station comes a man, and asks to add 20₽ on the ticket to Chekhov (worth 49.50₽ at the time), shows me in the palm a little bit, the type is missing. I give him my ticket, I give him my ticket. By his shaken eyes, he realized that he expected a different outcome of events. Little things did not return him.