— Yeah, yeah, you can't always tell what's inside just by looking at the wrapper. Who knows, maybe I'm some kind of apostle of Akonia? Ha-ha-ha! Alright, thank you. — The man gives Ayko 500 rem. — I've almost spent all my pension savings on fairy tales, oh well, but I'm an old man, and I don't really have anything else to spend it on.
— Thank you, kind sir, — she curtsied. — Take care.