There used to be a good store, even vegetables and fruits were sold. The store is dying, and the customers are to blame for this, who, like zombies, climb into the supermarket for basic items, jostling, even though everything is right under their noses, starting at 8 a.m. and until late at night. As a result, the contingent consists of local drunks.
The store is very good. you can find both a screw for 5 and a hair dye. the assortment is huge. it's like entering a building and the matrix breaks (the room becomes 10 times larger)