Third post.
After leaving the dentistry, I opened the yuteka and decided to see how things are around me with phenibut. Phenibut was everywhere, literally in every pharmacy on my way. And I went to ask him. At the first point, they asked for a recipe, politely refused to sell without it. In the second, the pharmacist, as it seemed to me, hesitated greatly and would like to sell, but still did not venture. And then fuck off. Seven or eight pharmacies in a row in me as if I immediately detected a drug addict and unfolded not the most friendly way. The faces exuded dislike, the voices sounded harsh and rude. In one of the pharmacies I asked whether Russian or imported is available, and then specified the cost. And this megera said "while you go for a prescription, the cost may already change", i.e. she knew perfectly well that my "at all, but not with myself" - this is not quite true. She gave the impression of a habalka, mesmerized by the prohibitive policy of stump. Anyway, I was already hungry, so I decided to go to the stop and go home, but right before the stop I saw another pharmacy, and a large network. Inside were three pharmacist cats, none of whom uttered the word "recipe." Their faces and voices were welcoming. I chose the imported version (almost 1,300 rubles), took ascorbine women to see him and wished these girls a good day. Picrelized. I will not eat today, because I want to eat a fresh body, not post-baclofen.