About the book: year / "...She confidently drove around the hall, filling the basket with delicacies. She took only hard cheeses, and from canned food she preferred lampreys in jelly. She lingered for a long time near the vegetable department, sorting through mountains of exotic fruits with her knobby paws. Accompanied by a dumb hanger-on who, at her request, removed the products she liked from the shelves, she slowly stopped at the cash register and... took out five hundred from her wallet. Random buyers who happened to be next to her at that moment froze respectfully. Five hundred lats is quite a substantial amount for residents of Latvia. The average income is a little more than two hundred per month. It is not surprising that the holder of such “capital” was always followed by envious and curious glances. But in order. On that ill-fated day at the bank, at first everything went as usual. They accepted the money and began to count it…»