Samara at 00:30 p.m.
Not the most prosperous area of the city.
A 24-hour store with a small line.
A clear boy asks the seller why she won’t sell him beer. There is a verbal mess in elevated tones between the clear and the seller, the turn is waiting. The voice of another clean boy from the row: "You hear, harre water pour, people wait." The first clean switched from the seller to the second cleaner. Next follows the untranslated play of words in the local dialect, the first takes the combat stand, after which there is a quiet remark of the second: What did you start here? There is no supreme pleasure for you here!" A line of rhetoric, the first person's face is pulled out, a second pause, he gives out: "sorry" and retires.