Once I decided to order the rolls, and the area in which I live, as if Voronezh, and as if not. Borovoye microry, here is a straight 1 km from the "city line", as all restaurants and cafes consider, and accordingly, delivery to us is either not done at all, or with a big cheque, and sometimes they are just lazy to go here.



So here is the very essence of what happened, then I (I), O (operator):



Hi, would you like to order rolls, do you deliver to Borovoy?

Good night, one second, I will clarify.

She covered the phone a little, but the dialogue was still heard.

Will you go to Borovoy?

The fighting? No, no naked

Sorry, we are not delivering to Borovoy.