A nice, nice girl helped with the choice. But the head is something. And the loader or storekeeper fancied himself the owner of the store, went into the store, wanted to choose a wall, and the loader started kicking out from the doorway saying that a car would arrive now and it needed to be accepted and no one would serve us. Don't set foot there anymore
The service is the worst, the furniture is crude, the staff in the form of a store manager is a completely sane woman.. the market habalka is simply speaking a rude hysterical person, and accordingly, the staff under it bypasses this institution.. deadlines are not fulfilled
2 visitors per hour. I don't know how many customers there are per day. Because it's not furniture. The area is occupied by a large one, but it is used monstrously: in the nooks among the computer tables, the remains of cut shells (from the grocery store remained).