it seemed to me back in jurmala, so i relieved tension in the company of friends.one told anecdotes stories and one friend told the next one. we are returning from fishing from the city of kandalaksha, murmansk region to st. petersburg and we have three hours before the train to st. petersburg in kandalaksha in this one, and in order to somehow pass the time, we go to central square, the only restaurant. he, probably, during the day, as in the dining room at night, maybe this is a nightclub, that is , the only point of cultural life in the city , we go to this restaurant. the four of us climb the stairs, we go in and see the following picture. in the center, the barmaid aunt masha with a large bust about this in odessa, in the homeland of my grandmother , they say a heart on her chest. aunt masha on her right, men in tracksuits with extreme hostile expressions are so anxious, and on the left of the women, their faces also do not radiate kindness, because in the city for some time do not pay salary delay. there is some kind of financial failure. you remember, it was