Pr0syat street, Ukraine

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From the life of immigrants in a historical family(//tractor-service.com)

So, the Russian has mice in his apartment and he needs to buy poison. He comes to the pharmacy, but because He knows Hebrew very poorly and the apothecary doesn't understand it, so after 5 minutes of unsuccessful requests and waving his arms, he issues:
- Give me food for Mickey Mouse.
The pharmacy was no longer open that day. The pharmacist was hysterical.