I go, I mean, home along the prospectus, half-first night time, at night the trolley bus is already late, the weather is good - to catch the car lazy...
I go, I don’t touch anyone.
I walk past the kiosk with bread and here a guy rushes to me from him - in the eyes of panic, in the hands of 10 UAH :)
He says, “Old man, sell Gandalf!” There is no kiosk anywhere!! A girl is waiting for me here, sell Gandalf!! to
I gave him, wished him good luck, and I went home and rattled.