Podrezchikha

I've never written reviews about hotels — it seemed to me that there were specially trained people for this. Especially since I don't even know how to do it) But it's never too late, as they say)
This time we stayed at the Vyatka Hotel, and the first question to the organizer of my trip, Katerina, was: "Does Faina mind if we take her photo at the hotel?"
And, you know, I wanted to say thank you. For the attitude of Vyatka employees towards my mother and me, for the smiles at the reception. In the end, for a nice signed postcard and a chocolate bar. Yes, I even had a photo of this sweet little treasure on my phone, the joy of which I shared with my family) I'm revealing a secret: my heart melts with chocolate. It probably seems like a small thing to many, but it seemed very important to me. People often take the smile of the salesman or the hotel staff for granted, and everywhere they praise bloggers and influencers (admittedly, I don't understand who they are or what they do) or any useless comrades who are not remembered for anything except flashing on the pages of online publications.
But I would like to say thank you to ordinary people who do their job well) And thank you especially for the

At the RVIO, I was presented with a book Stalin's correspondence with world leaders 1941-1945