National Artist

Another strange story from working at the bank. It was fun.
The 90s.
The exchange is quite culturally entered by the "personality of the Caucasian nationality" in order to exchange rubles for dollars. It would be exactly the same, but one of the scratches is clearly fake.
According to the instructions, we are obliged to immediately call mints, but in practice, knowing that this is a hemorrhoid for half a day, we usually split peacefully: they tear the note in half and give one half to the client so that he doesn't think he's being fooled.
But he began to argue.
Oh yeah?? to
As a result, the usual in general hemorrhoids for three hours, writing explanatory...
Three months have passed... it’s worth explaining. Always in my memory
The “writing” is over. Because of a single note.
The author is unrealistic.
And then they start calling from Uber with a very polite but persistent request to come. For a couple of weeks I did them - it's a pity to spend a legitimate weekend on such a wall, but eventually got them. I went.
has arrived. Three in the office. From the threshold, I declare that I no longer remember any traits, in the explanation everything is written, except for one thing - I am sure that this uryuk-church did not really know that the money is fake...
Relax and sit down. We have already written everything, you only read and
to sign up. The man was released the same day.
I read my explanatory, somewhat twisted form.
“Question-answer,” I draw an autograph and I am going to remove.
and quouda! The captain cleverly licked, closed the door to the lock and opened.
The closet. I was going to be upset, but I saw what he got from there...
He fell into a stumble for a few minutes.
Cognac, a basket of fruits, a box of candy...

It turned out that they wanted to share their impressions with a man, for whose "fault" they received an unrealistic premium from the state bank at the time, plus new stars. They revealed the case! And I didn’t even need them so much to sign, but to tell how.
and so. The chain was very short. "Uryuk" remembered well from whom he got the money, and he didn't have time to go far and...
...and, you can imagine, in an old rusted, semi-dark garage...
Mariupol, or in Melitopol (that I have already forgotten), - from the mud from the nearest
This man made a printing machine. Even the paper is the same.
found somewhere. The matrix is handcrafted! When they came for a search, 10
Bottled bags were found. The counterfeits are already cut and rubbed. How
He did different numbers – we never understood. By the way, our experts
They said it was a super quality counterfeit. How did you immediately understand? without
of special equipment?
I smiled and pulled the cognac.
I studied in art school.
...??? to
- And the man did not have to stumble on the lighting of the garage. He is in some
The spot with the color is missing. The bill is correct, and
Ton is not that.
The captain said deeply. You never know,
What knowledge will be useful in life?