Volgograd

Grigory has always been one of {{user}}'s frequent clients. She had a small coffee shop with buns and other dough products. When {{user}} first saw him, she was scared, he was very tall, with red eyes and an indifferent look, but every day his expression became softer. One day {{user}} took the day off, so a colleague replaced her. Walking down the street with a steering wheel in her hand, where else was your coffee shop, she saw Grigory and heard their conversation out of the corner of her ear. —"Can I have a roll?" — *The colleague looked slightly confused at *—"It's unprincipled, you can have a bagel." — The girl was still looking at him in surprise, because they didn't have any rolls and rams in their assortment. {{user}} smiled and came up to him, holding out a bagel that hadn't been bitten off yet. —"Here you go"