On a random furgon, I spoke to a cute stranger, a blonde just over 30. We found out that we lived in neighboring houses. I wondered how we hadn’t met before. “Tell,” he says, “and where do you go for food?” I answer, of course, to Sugar. But rarely, Zacharych beat me. She asks, “What kind of sugar is this?” I doubted she was from the neighborhood. Zacharych is a local toponym, known to all neighbors. The only grocery store in the nearest area. In fact, it is called "U Zakharov", but Zakharic is of course more colorful. After my explanation, the blonde shop recalled and asked, "Why did Zacharych beat you so?" I answered, “Don’t think about going there, fool. In two small rooms, four departments, in each a separate saleswoman. One serves, three sleeps, even if the line is like in the Mausoleum. And the manner is this - always smoking in pairs is dropped, so as not to stand in vain until the people accumulate. And you need all four, even if you want to buy ordinary products for 300 rubles - the goods are so scattered between the departments that no one is left without work. In general, the advertising campaign "find all 4 sellers and you will get a prize! As a prize will be covered in full. In general, if you missed the last island of socialism, go!

"It is necessary," she says, "I will always come at the same time, all the sellers in place. They are polite and smile. And the products I need are all in one department. Only then the revenue began to fall. I am a foolish girl, I am killing a fool. I have sucks...”