Elektro Volf

Excellent electro in the center. Wide sortiment. Pleasant service.

Male electro with a really varied assortment and professionals behind the counter. When they don't have a chance, they will definitely advise.

Pleasant service, excellent orientation in the assortment and response to telephone inquiries.

Great electro. I always found what I needed. Nice and experienced staff, I recommend

A small shop with very friendly staff, who will always give good and willing advice. Wide selection, card payments.

A balding gentleman in a tracksuit entered the power plant and headed for the cash register, where no one was, with a ruffled, huge bag. There he opened the bag and started taking things out of it: an alarm clock, a watch, a barometer, some balls, a digital thermometer, a radio ... "God, what is it?" one of the attendants whispered to a colleague standing nearby. "Maybe he doesn't want to complain about it all." "Are you crazy? That alarm clock is pretty old, we've definitely never sold it. Maybe he wants to fix it." "But we're not a repairer." "Well, you'll have to explain it to him." "Me? Why me? What if he wants to sell it? You're over shopping." "Are we a bazaar? No, no, you go there, you're sure to enchant him." "I think he definitely wants to sell it, you go there, maybe steal it somewhere." The colleague paled noticeably. "What if he wants advice? Maybe he brought things he doesn't know how they work, maybe he has some dementia, you're here through communication with customers, so go ..." The other saleswoman also turned to ashes. "No, no, no, his mom or someone must have died, and he wants to sell the estate, just go there." The man snorted, stomped, and looked around inquisitively. "No, I think he wants new things instead of the old ones and you can communicate better ..." "No, he's definitely going to be the guy who buys fleas and stuff from people and then tries to sell them, that's definitely for you." Another sigh from the empty cash register, the gentleman began to examine the watch he had brought. "Or they let him out of the infirmary, he didn't take medicine, then he packed everything at home and now he's going to throw it at us because he hears voices from those things." "You know ..." the first saleswoman said doubtfully. "I hear voices on the radio from time to time, too, and I never thought of being treated." The other shoved her. "All right, all right, I'll go there. But come with me!" They both began to approach the box office slowly and in a large circle. One of the saleswomen, two meters from the cash register, smiled brightly and asked very carefully: "Hello, would you like to wish?" The guy, looking up from his watch, took a deep breath and shouted: "I need batteries for all this, and I never know which one. So I brought it all." Sometimes the fear of danger is greater than the danger itself.