This story is my fantasy about retail therapy.
Once was walking down the street and saw the vintage showroom in Russia it calls a second-hand))) just kidding. So I entered the room and was watching around the shop trying to find something special. Almost all the clothes were nasty and untidy. Otherwise, finally, I found a perfect wool jacket and it fits well. I decided that it will be mine! Only then I looked at the price that was tagged on... It was a shock the cost was around fifteen thousand rubles and my dream was ruined. Of course, it was Versace with famous print on it and I didn't know about it when I was a student. As far as I know now that jacket was worth it!
Then I did a little window-shopping and come back home empty-handed... It was sad a little bit, but It's just a thing after all!