Filer - 7

Dara remained hungry, he did not like the food in the restaurant. From burnt piers, I was thirsty. the meat was fat, but the tea in the restaurant was expensive. Excessively expensive, for 1 cup of 125 ml, you had to pay 27,000 black dollars.

Shir Ali only smiled guiltily. He did not imagine going to a restaurant. But who knew that this restaurant would be so ...

They left the restaurant. Shir Ali proposed a taxi ride to the second restaurant. But Dara categorically refused.

"Spend the money again? Well, you and the cousin's embezzler!"

"No, I just wanted you to drink tea faster and not be thirsty! They have a good selection of teas - Moroccan, delicious strawberry tea, mint tea, orange, and lemon tea!" began to list the names of teas, Shir Ali.

"Hey, brother, how do you want to become a rich person if you spend money on every little thing. Save them! Collect a decent amount, you can go for two weeks to Japan or France and enjoy a truly delicious meal!"

"Well, until you collect the money, it will take about 5 years, and I want to eat now!" insisted on his Shir Ali.

"Well, it's your choice, but look, the first restaurant turned out to be a dummy!" disgruntled Dara.

They walked back along the broken sidewalk that overlooked the intersection. From four sides towered buildings of various types. Some in the style of impressionism, others in the style of cubism, the third post of minimalism, and Baroque.

The street was built in the 19th century, from which only two four-story houses have survived, such can be seen in any old European city from Vienna to Budapest and Bern.

Other houses were more modern built 30, 70, the 90s of the 20th century.

Crossroads. There were roads of 6 lanes. The traffic light for pedestrians burned for exactly 25 seconds, in order to cross the street, you had to run. Otherwise, you could get stuck in the middle of the street and stand in the stream of cars.

Run after a meal. not a good idea. But life is so sweet.

This did not add joy. Dara was not thrilled about it!

Having crossed the street, they had to cross it again, but this time along the underpass. All these walks, descents and climbs again did not add joy. Instead of an enthusiastic mood, the gift became angrier and angrier. While Shir Ali tried to calm him down and inspire joy. But he did not succeed.

They rose from an underground pedestrian. On the right side was a beautiful boutique of a young girl owned; she was from one of the 10 most influential clans in the country.

To cheer up his cousin, Shir Ali decided to take him to a boutique. But he miscalculated ... Dara left the store even angrier.

"Are you crazy to go to such shops? Their alone socks cost 2,600,000 black dollars and an ordinary T-shirt costs 20,000,000 black dollars. Is it like paying $ 130 for some stupid socks and $ 1,000 for a t-shirt ?!"

"This is idiocy, in a country where, the average salary in the capital is 3,000,000 blackbucks, selling a T-shirt for 20,000,000!"

"Hedonists, idiots"!

"Well, I wanted you to let off steam, but I did not know that there would be such high prices!" mumbled Shir Ali.

"Well. Well, let's go to your second restaurant, I want to eat and drink even more than I eat!"

Having walked along with the expensive boutique display cases, they turned around the corner, where a small and cozy street appeared on both sides, surrounded by trees on both sides. On the right side were the old 4-story houses of the minimalist era, covered with facade paint of the color of mango, there were three houses in a row. On the left side were built new houses for individual projects, 6 stories. Glass and aluminum. In hi-tech style. This created disharmony. But this did not bother anyone. Cars often drove along the street.

Walking along the street, they reached the intersection. He was badly broken. Crossing the other side, they saw a small glazed pavilion. The interior was more than simple. Granite floor, on which there were ten tables with steel chairs and seats made of milk replacer leather. Having passed them, one more door was visible, which actually was a restaurant. The restaurant had dim lights, the floor was stone, gray. There were mirrors on the ceiling. There were columns covered with gypsum on which bizarre patterns of branches, flowers, and birds were carved.

In the hall, there were dozens of dark brown leather armchairs as well as wooden tables covered with a light varnish.

On the left side there was a rack for receiving orders, and on top was a panel with various dishes. As is the case at McDonald's or Kintuki Chicken stores.

But there was only one manager. A man sat in hall 8. The waiters walked slowly between the tables.

The waiters had clothes - not ironed, wrinkled, but visually clean. They were dressed in light brown uniform shirts and black pants.

Shir Ali, went to the registration desk and ordered - tea with orange and lemon, one teapot and two cups. It's also a chef's steak, well cooked and without creamy sauce with mushrooms, and grilled vegetables for garnish. "

Having paid the order, he received a check - the cost was higher than his expectations. He paid 120,000 black dollars for tea, for one teapot. For two steaks, 520,000 black dollars each, and for two servings of grilled vegetables 180,000 black dollars.

In total, he spent 820,000 black dollars and he gave 40,000 for tea. In total, 860,000 black dollars were spent. All in his pocket was only 740,000, or $ 37 out of 120.

Shir Ali hoped that this time the food would be good.

He went to the table, Dara was already sitting there. He stared at the window with a displeased look.

After five minutes of waiting, the waiter brought a kettle to the table. It was glass. Heated, which was from a candle. Inside the glass teapot, sliced ​​slices of lemon and orange with several mint leaves could be seen.

Two small glass cups with a capacity of 200 ml were placed on the table.

Dara, as the younger in age, respectfully poured the first cup of Shir Ali. Although he himself was thirsty. Then the second cup was his.

The tea was scorching, and also sweet...