Bankomat Sberbanka

An artist in a tuxedo came out of the backstage, smoothly shaved and combed parted, young and with very pleasant features. The audience in the hall revived, and everyone turned to the stage. The artist went to the booth and rubbed his hands. - Sit? He asked in a soft baritone and smiled at the audience. “Sit, sit,” tenors and basses answered him in unison. “Um ...” the artist spoke thoughtfully, “and how do you not get tired, I don’t understand?” All people, like people, are walking the streets now, enjoying the spring sun and warmth, and here you are hanging out on the floor in a stuffy room! Is the program really so interesting? However, what someone likes, - the artist philosophically finished. Then he changed both the timbre of his voice and his intonation, and announced cheerfully and loudly:

ATM is often faulty