Again in the store. A guy stands in front of me and chooses a snack for a long time for beer: a barbecue - so that it is not tough and with ivory, a calamarch is fresher, fistakes are not very salty, etc.
Alcoholics are worried about me: without five, ten, and after ten they will not sell.
Finally making a choice, the guy asks:
How much is me?
Six hundred and twenty bla-bla
The hero gets a five thousand note.
You’ve been astonished, young man!! Where can I find you?! to
It is not fucking. It is your duty to give me. I will not move from place.
In the row...
I (knowing that I have five thousand notes in my wallet):
Let me break you a fifth!

...I didn’t immediately understand why he looked at me with a frightened look and why the whole line was crazy...