Time about 12 nights. I went to a store where they sold alcohol. In front of me, a 25-year-old man quietly asks the saleswoman:
M: Girl, can I have a beer?
Q: Do you have documents?
A man trained in the movement gets a police certificate (or like there) and shows it to the girl. After a second, a confusion appears on the man's face and he slowly clears the documents.
Q: Well, you have 18, I see, but unfortunately, after 10, we don’t sell.
The curtain.