On December 15, we went to choose jewelry. A middle-aged consultant, the blonde met us with such a look that it seemed we got there wrong and went to her house, did not greet her first and extremely reluctantly returned the greeting. After that, she was asked to politely show a specific type of jewelry so as not to waste either her or our time, to which she also sluggishly, and frankly disdainfully, pointed to an unspecified place with her hand and remained standing. As a result, they barely found what they needed, but they did not take it from this branch, since the mood was frankly spoiled.
There is a clear impression that we do not belong in this store.