I was at the post office of Russia and bought a label for the envelope. As usual, the line is one phlegmatic mail worker. The young man, whose turn came, finds out if he can send a package. It turns out, no. Because the boxes are over, there are no packs, and in your box for some reason, according to the worker, it is not possible. Since the line is long, I ask people permission to ask if there are marks, or suddenly I stand in vain. To what the woman in turn answers: "Ask, ask, or last time there was no one."