KFC is basically fine, the toilets are clean, they serve huge queues, they cook delicious, the only Russian menu is only on the wall, small menus in state and English. It can be seen that the British come in more often than the Russians.
Delicious and convenient location! You're sitting there eating, looking out the window, and there's a friend (a former drinking buddy) walking with his wife...I begin to encrypt from him, and I noticed from his look that he noticed me too...but, for some reason, he pretended as if he didn't know....and walked past! Then I went out, and he calls me and asks for forgiveness, like don't forget, my wife grabbed my hands by the skin (pinched) and held me, I almost had tears -she says, well, I told him....uh, ketch heel)) But, it used to be really fun with him, and even now he won't let you be sad....his face alone was worth something...like ...iiiiiiiiiii....Come on, my love....ufff...iiiiiiiii