A small cafeteria, the beginning of zero, sits a decent uncle of forty years old, eats a salad, drinks juice, all ranks a servant. He sits with his back to the door, which is important, strictly behind the back of the hangar on which his jacket hangs. The cafe is full of people, people communicate, eat, have fun.

Suddenly another quite decently dressed gentleman appears in the door, looks around, sees the back of the above-mentioned gentleman, his jacket, smiles mysteriously and begins to sculpt him. Very pathetic, with grimace, and if someone pays attention to him, he presses his finger to his lips and smiles mysteriously again. Well, the people say that there is a place to be a fun joke, according to the current "prank", is called. The audience calmed down and watched the show.

The newcomer, curling up, gets to the dining chair, carefully removes the jacket from the hanging, throws it on himself, and evilly smiles up his knees and leaves the institution. Waiting for the first man’s reaction. And she was. He ate, calculated, began to look for his jacket. He searches and doesn’t know where he’s gone. Everybody around is restrained. A minute later, someone can’t stand it and says, man, don’t torment, a friend has played you, a jacket has struck you. He is waiting for you on the street.

A man comes into a distressing state and says that he has no one in this city, he came on a business trip for a couple of days and no one knows here.

It was not a prank. The jacket was never found.