This story is my fantasy about retail therapy. Once I was walking down the street and saw the vintage showroom in Russia it calls a second-hand... just kidding. So I entered in the showroom and I was looking around the shop trying to find something special. Almost all the clothes were nasty and untidy. [Otherwise ]By the way/Finally, I got there a perfect wool jacket and it fits well. I decided that will be mine! Only then I looked at the price that was tagged on... I was shocked by the cost. 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! Then I did a little window-shopping and come back home empty-handed... I was sad little bit, but It's just a thing after all!