The most terrible place in my life, the staff confronted me with the fact that they would cheat me and threatened to kill me, and at the same time it stank. He had narrow eyes, short stature, a mohawk, in a black -20 T-shirt, very stupid and uneducated, and his fat wife was standing next to him and laughing out loud at me.
Below is a picture of a sausage in dough that was sold to me under the guise of a medium roast flock, with my blood
No poles were found, but there are many disadvantages. Starting with storing buns, samsa, etc. In an open form, without packages, just on a tray. Ending with a refusal to weigh the marmalade as much as I need, and not as much as my great-grandfather wants (100g each)