On the weekend, I went to apply to the ZAGS. They found the entrance. The people for some reason do not, although Saturday, everyone is written. We try to find someone. At the end of the corridor is a couple. The boy smiles boldly and the girl is proud, looking with her nose into the ceiling.
Ask how to file the application.
The girl revived and began to tell you that you need to first pay the state duty in the machine at the entrance of 400 rubles from each, and only then follow them in a row to get. The girl replied that we entered the wrong place to apply for the painting and explained how to go.
They seemed to be on divorce. When we headed to our goal, the boy raised his head for the first time in all the conversation and loudly said to my (already) groom: "Happy!"
I have never thought so much about the correctness of the decision.