Rude workers, they did not warn me that my parcel had arrived and simply confronted me with the fact that I needed to pick it up before 5. The employee could not even say the number of the pick-up point normally and just mumbled in raised tones. I didn't communicate normally in Russian or Uzbek. When I picked it up, I did not deign to say hello in response, I grumbled that the parcel had arrived a long time ago, that supposedly they should have called me
This is my native mail! From here I sent letters, parcels and parcels to my family and friends. (in the 60s) And I got it too. Now there is a team of post-Soviet girls and boys working there. God grant them good health. I love my Mail and that's why when I received the license plate for my car in 2009 by Lasetti, I chose the number 057.