A long time ago I flew from Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky to Moscow (at that time, the cannons were still flying there). Next to me, a girl was flying to school. They began to spread food, I took chicken with rice, and my companion refused to eat. They flew for a long time, then landed at a gas station in Kemerovo, where they stayed longer than necessary. Then, after taking off, they started feeding again, I picked up the fish, and the girl again refused. He doesn’t want and doesn’t want, it’s his business. And I eat and side-sightedly notice that the girl is looking at my food with hungry eyes. I talked to her at the end of the flight. I ask her, the flight is long, are you on a diet? And she, getting red, admitted that she had no extra money for lunch. You would see her eyes full of pain and disappointment when I told her that food was included in the ticket price.