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We had lunch at a restaurant where the dish of the day was seafood. Tatiana's eyes widened, she rubbed her palms with excitement. Kalina, as always, did not care. She was indifferent to food.

“Kunya,” Tatyana called the waitress, “I don’t quite understand the menu here!” How much is the shrimp dish? Twenty yuan?

“Now,” the girl answered in broken Russian, “I’ll ask the owner!”

A few minutes later, the girl was already standing near the table.

“It's an old menu,” she said, and fell silent.

- And what, - Tanya asked, without waiting for the continuation, - how much do shrimp cost?

Kunya opened the menu and brought her sharpened fingernail to the menu bar.

“It’s written here,” she explained a little irritably, dissatisfied with the fact that her “perfect” Russian is not understood, “read!

- Tanya, - Kalina interjected into the conversation, - let's go to another restaurant, there are a lot of them here!

- No, - my friend was stubborn, - I want shrimp, and also crab and scallops! If all this is on the menu - why not try it?

“The girl told you that the menu is old!”

Let him bring something new then! What is she here for? Come on, ask her how much the shrimp cost, I'm running out of patience!

“Hey, marten,” Kalina called the Chinese woman again, “we want to order a dish, but we don’t know how much it costs!”

Kunya pulled out her cell phone. Kalina was taken aback, but then she realized that they were using a cell phone like a notepad to write down the list of dishes that tourists order.

"I'm writing," the kunyu said irritably, "speak!"

Tanya and Kalina looked at each other

- Oh, it wasn't! - Tanya said excitedly, - write it down!

Already after the first dish, Kalina realized that she had eaten, and the dishes were carried and carried. And they were huge, designed for four people each. So, at least, it seemed to Kalina. But Tanya brilliantly coped with the task that she set for herself. It was far from the end of dinner, but Kalina called the kunya.

- You count, please, and bring the bill!

Kunya nodded and retired to the bowels of the restaurant

— Where are you in a hurry? - Tanya asked benevolently, - relax, Kalinusha, take a break from all the problems!

They brought the bill. Kalina read it and looked around. There was no one in the hall except them, otherwise Kalina would have thought that the waitress had made a mistake with the tables.

The bill was an insane amount of four hundred yuan. Kalina read it again, but the result was the same. Four hundred yuan.

“Kalinka,” Tatiana said, noticing her friend’s confusion, “what’s the matter?”

“Here, look for yourself!”

But Tanya did not look for a long time, throwing one glance at the bill, she turned purple and yelled at the whole hall:

- Kunya, come here!

We figured it out for fifteen minutes. The owner came running and began to prove that the account was correct. Tanya turned to Kuna, threateningly ordering the girl to repeat what she said when they just started to deal with the prices on the menu. Kunya was silent.

Not having received any answer, Tanya raged. The owner of the restaurant threatened to call the police if the tourists did not pay. Tanya sighed heavily, she did not want to deal with the police at all. Varvara, the head of the group, every time during the briefing, stressed that all conflicts with the Chinese should be resolved peacefully and not brought to the attention of the police.

- Well, well, - Tanya sighed heavily, - we took a little money with you! For two, two hundred yuan! I will now go to the hotel for the missing amount, and you sit here!

But, seeing the confused look of her friend, Tanya immediately decided differently.

- Not. You can't be left here! Let's do this: you go to the hotel, ask the administrator to open our safe and take a thousand yuan. How do you take the money - fly here!

Kalina left, and Tanya began to look out the window with exaggerated attention. Ten minutes passed, then twenty, thirty. The time was approaching one, but Kalina was not there. For the first time in her life, Tanya was at a loss: her beloved friend had disappeared to no one knows where, and she, Tanya, was sitting here, as if under arrest, and could not move. Suddenly Tanya heard her native Russian speech:

- Listen, let's have lunch here today! Look what it says: “Seafood restaurant. Delicious and cheap." And the name of the restaurant is such a nice little "Scallop".

Tanya was already thrown up on the spot. She felt sorry for her compatriots. Like a whirlwind, she flew out from behind the table and rushed to the exit.

“Comrades,” she shouted without even making out those who were in front of her, “don’t come here - Russians are being fooled here!”

Tourists, two very similar women, stopped

- And what happened? one of the women asked calmly.

“Here,” Tanya spread her hands, “I’m sitting like a prisoner, waiting for a friend!” The menu had one price per dish, and when they brought the bill, it turned out that the price was completely different!

“Inga,” another woman entered into the conversation, glancing at Tanya with hostility, “what are you listening to her for? Probably, she showed off, she broke the dishes, the owner put up the bill!

Tanya was confused. She has never heard such unflattering statements addressed to her.

- No, - after a little thought, the tourist, who was called Inga, said, - we will not eat here. I hate getting into awkward situations. And you, woman, thank you forI was warned. Let's go, Rita.

The woman, who was named Rita, gave Tatyana a malicious look in parting, and the women left. However, Tanya was in no hurry to return to the bowels of the restaurant. She hated feeling innocently guilty. And in the last hour, she's been insulted twice. Moving two steps away from the porch of the restaurant and shaking off the owner's assistant's birdlike hand from her powerful shoulders, Tanya yelled at the top of her lungs:

— Compatriots, Russian people! Do not go to the restaurant "Scallop"! Russians are being fooled here! The menu said twenty yuan...

Compatriots reacted to Tanya's fiery speeches in different ways. Someone stopped, and someone, on the contrary, decided to bypass the strange woman in a different way: fortunately there were a great many roads around. And Tanya kept throwing and throwing fiery slogans into the air. Finally, she felt that someone was pulling her somewhere. It turns out that the owner of the restaurant, frightened by anti-advertising, has been trying for two minutes to draw Tatiana's attention to his modest person.

With her head held high, Tanya marched royally into the depths of the restaurant.

"Two hundred yuan," the owner of the restaurant said.

- What? Queen Tatyana frowned menacingly.

“A hundred and fifty,” the Chinese man lowered the price.

— A hundred, and then out of respect for seafood. They remind me of my homeland, Vladivostok! One hundred yuan period!

That's what they decided on. Tatyana also ordered that all the half-eaten, and there were two and a half dishes of the half-eaten, should be packed with them.

The owner nodded. A disgruntled kunya brought containers and chopsticks. Throwing all this almost in Tatyana's face, she left. Tanya did not like to humiliate the Chinese and did not understand when other Russians did it, but then resentment leapt up in her.

- Hey, little marten, come here! - she boomed through the whole restaurant so that the windows in the restaurant rang. A frightened kunya immediately materialized next to the table.

“Are you suggesting that I put the food into boxes myself?” Tatyana asked peacefully, “what are you doing here then?” Take off your apron, I'll work for you now!

But, catching the waitress's incomprehensible look, Tanya realized that the girl did not get all the subtlety of her humor and, sighing heavily, simply pointed to the dishes and food containers.

- Move the food and that's it! I still have to go shopping, but I'm stuck here!