The year 1983.

In Estonia recently started to produce beautiful plastic bags similar to imported, at first there was only 3-4 patterns and many went with similar ones. We had the same half-group at the institute.



After the lessons, they went to the self-service store and left a package with conscripts on the table before entering the shopping hall. They left the room, picked up their bags again and went on to walk. After 15-20 minutes, I feel like something is wrong with the package. I have a bottle of vodka in my bag.



In the first five minutes I roasted with a comrade representing the face of a guy who now opens my bag at home and finds condiments instead of vodka.



We came back to the store and there too, everything was crazy - a guy just left looking for a package of vodka in the store. I was given his address, he left, and went to him to exchange packages.



Such a surprised and grateful look as he had when he met me with his package, I had never seen again in my life.