There is a restaurant "Madjar" in Krasnodar. We were invited by friends to celebrate their silver anniversary. There are ten or twelve people at the table. Serves a boy, belted with fabric. It really is a maid.
In the midst of the feast, our waitress makes the face very mysterious and asks for attention. Everyone obediently pulls their necks to his side. Madyar gets three play bones from his pocket and tells that according to the old Hungarian custom, all visitors must throw bones. If anyone gets all three identical stones, he will receive a prize from the institution.
Interesting is. They dropped in turn. It’s time for my lady.
She scattered the cubes in the glass and... on the table. In the sight of the amazed audience, three people fell out. Our maidard scattered his eyes and fossilized. After an inappropriately decent pause, he smiled and went somewhere behind the scenes.
While he was absent, they drank for the success and began to guess - what would be as a prize. Finally, our massive caterpillar appeared. The look is too miserable. With a guilty smile, he stretched out his firm notepad for recording additional orders. He said that this is a prize, in memory of the establishment. Half of the pages have long been broken. The poor boy, in general, almost cried. But I felt more sorry for my satellite.
He stood up and went out like the wind. When the waiter passed by, he recalled him.
No one is ashamed, I ask. The guy replies that the administrator checked our order, considered it weak and forbidden to give anything. I gave him, prepared three hundred rubles, and ordered to bring, allegedly from the firm, a bottle.
Five minutes later, a smiling waitress appeared, announced that the notebook was just a joke and, with a solemn look, put on the table a cup of champagne. Everyone was friendly. To me, it was the most pleasant of all. But it became even more pleasant, when already on the exit, accompanying, the guy slowly gave me the money and said that they were told to be returned by the administrator.