Chris was sitting in the bank. It was an electronic queue and its number was 141, and the scoreboard was 119.
“Oh my God, why so long? ... I hate queues.”
But there was nothing to be done, and Chris continued to expect.
He sat, and on his lap he held his bag with one hand as if it were a baby.
He thought about his. 121 - spoke the voice to the speaker.
- For so long! I wish I didn’t have to to sit in this line never!
His neighbor’s stone (a souvenir from Thailand - a wish stone that works once every 1000 years) was lit up, but no one noticed it.
Chris sat and fell asleep. His eyes closed and immediately opened, because he understood that it was better not to sleep, but it was so boring.
He thought it was a dream. Instead of the walls of the bank, the walls of the children's room gradually appeared. He also sat, but felt that something was touching his shoulders. It was as if the girl was leaning over and her hair touched his shoulders. He did not pay attention. But now someone licked (sucked) his chest. He looked down and saw that now his bag is a baby.
- Dorogaya, Marina i Anton skoro vernut'sya, prigotov' im uzhin posle togo kak pokormish' Sergeya. (Darling, Marina and Anton will be back soon, cook them dinner after you feed Sergey).
The wish came true. Now he definitely doesn’t have to sit in line at an American bank in Boston. Now he is Ekaterina Morozova, mother of 3 children, 38 years old from Omsk, cleaning lady
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