I work in a construction brigade.We do almost everything.Today in the bank the walls were struck - noise, thunder - all day. Behind the wall of a certain store, they rent a room from the bank, and therefore enjoy the whole day of the grief we produce. At lunch we stop to eat. We sit immediately at the door to the neighboring room (it is securely closed) and we hear behind the door a quiet:
You don’t go there, the money goes to the other side.