Marvel (№ 402337)

There's a story bartenders tell about the Devil. Every night with the closure of bars, he chooses one and walks into the door with all the sadness of the world on his shoulders. To the bar. Or to the pub. Or in the saloon. Where people drive themselves into sweet oblivion. He's not particular. So the Devil comes and wants to talk. If you listen and survive, he will give you on tea. And you will never have to work. What the narrator can finish the story either good or bad, depending on his mood. It's all true. But sometimes the Devil likes to play along.