This is a store near the house, and unfortunately the choice there is meager and modest (again, this is a question for the management, not the sellers).
The freshest and tastiest bread bricks (two types) are brought to this store and it is quickly disassembled.
There are usually no queues, there is a terminal, the sellers are all friendly and courteous.
It's a disgusting store. Meat is not checked for deadlines, a meager assortment of goods, boorish behavior of employees. Fruits and vegetables seem to have come to Belarus on foot, because I cannot justify why carrots are more expensive than tomatoes. Freshness is lame. Most of the Belarusian-made goods and drinks were made by Uzbeks in the basement of your entrance, because in another way I cannot explain where these types of drinks were delivered from at all, which cost like a liter of ordinary Coca Cola.
Cigarettes. This is a separate song, they do not happen there at all, and if they do, then these are the most soulful cigarettes that are not sold even in snuffboxes.