The story of a fragile blue-eyed 19-year-old girl:

I went shopping yesterday. The 30th birthday of a friend who should smoothly transition to the New Year’s meeting. The matter was in the evening, and in order to be sure until 21:00, first decided to pick up and pay for alcohol.
At some point, there was such a disposition: we go to the box office, someone ran forward, someone stood behind, looking at the goods, and I am alone in a cart, in which there is only a backpack and 9 bottles of vodka. In front of it comes a shop worker, the appearance is Central Asian. I see him slowing down and turning his eyes from the cart to me and back several times. Compared to him, I hear a very respectful quiet: "With the coming...".