I work in a 24-hour pavilion. The buyer arrives early in the morning at five o’clock. Sleep is terrible, the brain is turned off. But you gather yourself in a bunch, with a willpower. He asks for a bottle of Coca Cola. I say 50 rubles. Let him touch cold or not. I suppose, he immediately opens it, puts it on the shelf, and the first part of the Marleson Ballet begins. Give five thousand, I take it, but it is somewhat soft, does not cause trust, I give back, I say there is no surrender. The man says, well, I’ve already opened the bottle. I answer, think I gave it to you. Apparently it is all. A man has a thousand. He says, there are a thousand, holds it in his hands and says, count the surrender. Here the main thing is not to turn away, otherwise the money will disappear, and will assure that he has already given them. I am tired of looking at him. and silence. After breathing, he gives me a thousand. Apparently this is all. But...I calculate the transfer of 950 rubles, I re-calculate directly with it. I put on a pot for money. He takes, re-calculates, breaks a piece of the bills, and begins to get upset that I wrongly counted the bill. Well, I can't stand it anymore and say that I've been working in the trade for a long time, I've seen all sorts of divorces. Go home man. Well, I heard that I hate I am finished and my husband is a fool. It remains a mystery for me, and here is my husband?