The man was silent, lost in thought.
"Yes that you clung so in this case, externally it is of no value, I doubt that any thief would look out his own personal use and sell this stuff are unrealistic, relax, old friend, why so tense, sienny all?»
– "Yes, Yes, of course, need to relax, need to as something all of this…»
– "Stop playing along, who the hell are you?»
Passed by student at a local College, who greedily ate more fresh hot pie. Dima, of course, drew attention to what a dreary, thirsty and helpless look the man held this student as he swallowed dry saliva, tilting his head to the ground.
– "All clear… come on, these cakes are sold in the neighborhood, my treat".
***
"You wanted to know who I am" – have quietly turned to Dima man, amausi four pie with cabbage, three potatoes and two sweet with raspberries.
– "It would be interesting to know, look at you – you know".
"Yes I know, I know" – still in a low voice the man answered.
– "Why are you whispering, because there is no one nearby, we are alone, Yes, the seller of pies over there behind the glass, a fear?»
– "Nine … five.... nine… five… nine… two" – he uttered with a stop insinuating strange man then said – "All".
– "Ohh…, this is interesting, but what is it?"– without paying any attention to the incoherent order of numbers, Dima asked.
"I… I don't know how to explain it, and I don't know what to do now. I'm very grateful to you for feeding me, but I can't offer you anything in return. Those banknotes which you gave to the seller of pies, differ from mine".
– "Come on, don't worry, I told you it was a treat. What kind of foreign currency do you have there?»
"Yes, sort of not quite…" the man laid out on the table a few pyatidesyatyletia bills.
"Oh, I got a grandma in the closet like pieces of paper were lying, I played as a child, maybe even still preserved. But those utterly jammed, and these are your new quite…" – Dima as if began slowly to understand who is sitting in front of him, but I couldn't believe it.
The man, silently, finished his tea, touched by the invention of a plastic Cup, and looked around with interest.
– "Can't be… Oh, come on, I get it, it's such a joke right? Where's the speaker with the MIC, you're kidding me, huh? What type are you then hop from the past, and I'm a no cut" – relief explained himself Dima.