The Male Decision

I sit in the park, drink beer. A young couple sits in front of him, and she says something lively to him. I unwillingly start listening, from the conversation I understand that the guy recently received a prize of 45 pieces.
The Tarot Girl:
- Well, look, the garment cabinet is XXX thousand, then, you need a new cup of tea, this is XXX thousand, I have a coat for autumn, you have a jacket, it will cost about XXX thousand...
I understand that she deliberately distributes the guy’s unexpected income.
- and a new mixer in the bathroom, - continues the girl, - and I have long dreamed of making a hairstyle in the XX (called a cool salon), you don't mind, right, it's okay?
For the guy, this is the last drop. He gets a cell phone and calls the number:
“Hello Serena, listen, you haven’t sold your bastard yet? How much do you want? Do you pay for 45? Okay, I take... yeah, I don’t know, I’ve long wanted to learn... I’ll go in the evening, wait.
In the rounded eyes of the girl appears BSOD, she "hangs" with an open mouth. The guy hides his cell phone and looks at it with what Putin looked at Medvedev during the inauguration.
I look at the guy, smile and start applauding loudly.