I am a student, waiting for the bus to go to my grandmother to the village, and in my pocket the delivery of the purchase of a ticket (30 rubles).

A poor man came and asked for bread. I grabbed all 30 rubles, thought that I would not get poorer, and the man would eat, and in that same second his phone is ringing. He simultaneously grabs the little thing from my palm and responds to the phone call with the words, “Yes, it’s okay, I’m at work.”