“The guy barely spoke Russian, but he said two words, “three hundred rubles.”
On the way (which I showed him) I asked him: - Do you have change for a thousand?
Somehow he explained to me that he would find it for five hundred. Okay, I found five hundred.
We got there, he parked in the middle of the road, I handed him five hundred rubles, he immediately flew out of the car, muttering: “I’ll go change it.” And he ran away. We waited. Then they got out and waited some more. Imagine a picture - someone else's tin can with the key in the ignition and the engine running. The valuables in the bank are a jacket and a phone. We are standing. This donkey is gone... Naturally, we went fifteen minutes later to the shopping center. And as soon as we entered, we saw through the glass - the guy immediately jumped out from somewhere, jumped into his junk and drove away."