The Bank. The evening. There are 10 minutes until the end of the day. There are no clients, the hall is empty, the girls behind the stands are already at a low start, all the documents are counted and picked up. And then a messy client enters the room. I was in a hurry to close the bank. He runs to the box, where the loans are paid, and cries:
The girl! You are... find me!
The girl behind the stand blows him with a sad look and gives:
So hide...