Somewhere in 80-82 we had a six-month facility in Krasnoyarsk at an artificial silk factory. We were fed in the factory dining room, but not in the shop where we were sitting, but in one of the neighbors. And there was among us a family couple - Pasha and Galina, who for some reason always had the same set for lunch. However, the cashier for some reason did not get through it at first. Pasha is suitable - a click-through on the cash machine or on the accounts - "You ruble eight", after Pasha - Gal. Again, click-click – “With you – ruble twelve.” Of course, the spouses are outraged, the cashier recounted. While all this happens, we have time to calculate the cost of our lunch on the menu. We go to the box office (other three or five people) - the cashier of each tries to count for 10-15 copies. "Girl, you're wrong" is repeated in each of us a couple of times until the GIRL names the right amount.) THE GIRL tried to morally seduce us - when we appeared near the box office, the cashier started a monologue with a friend on the subject of "we found here". But all this was useless, and we also had fun. Eventually, this girl gave up. Now when we approached the box, she said, “Well, how much do you have?”
We weren't poor - in those years, a young specialist in an ordinary office paid at least 200 rubles, and in our group it was generally from 300 to 400. We were all mathematicians.