There are alternative people. The bankomat. There was a small line near the bank. In front of the ATM stands a young lieutenant and feeds him a pack of thousands (a piece of 50, not less) for one note. Apparently he has already tried to suggest that the entire package can be loaded into the ATM, because the line is quietly and patiently, and the lieutenant's face clearly reads: "If you, the staff, are so smart, then why don't you wear hairstyles and do not go?" Finally, I loaded everything, asked for a balance, read, rejoiced. The next in turn is already impatiently pressing his card in his hand. I did not guess. With the next action, the lieutenant removes 3,000 from the same account! I should have seen people’s eyes in the line.