The choice of goods is standard, but I was suspected of Mogilev's favorite sausages, no matter how I come once a week, I'm on a business trip, there's one package, there's no price tag, they don't break through at the self-service checkout, only with the help of an assistant who is sometimes very passionate about her child who shouldn't be in the workplace. Why does the store chain pay attention to employees only in hyper, where if they violated the regulations, a fine, and in small ones, especially in the districts, and in general, the management scores on discipline. Everything seems to be decent, but at the same time you find yourself as if in a raipov store. Sorry, it boiled over, Kostyukovichsky got for all the district eureka.
In principle, everything is fine. The assortment is rich. There is a variety of goods, but there is a place to move. It is pleasant when music sounds in the trading floor, thereby creating a cozy microclimate.