On 11/23 at 12:50 p.m., I buy a ticket at the 3rd ticket office. the cashier says the price under her breath (the window is closed, you can't hear anything at all). I ask again, and the cashier starts yelling like she's not adequate, hinting that I have hearing problems, and the most ironic thing is that she punched the wrong ticket, then you can only guess at her hearing or memory problems
when the men didn't hear anything, she talks culturally, when the boy- she yells
The cash register is like a cash register. Like all ticket offices in the subway. No better and no worse... Homeless people living in the transition spoil the surrounding landscape a little