A wealthy man, in order to humiliate a waitress and show his superiority, placed his order in French and began insulting the staff in the same language, without even realizing who she really was or how all of this would end for him 

In the elite restaurant in the very center of the capital, the air was always filled with expensive perfumes, aged wine, and the aromas of exquisite dishes. Everyone there was accustomed to big money, famous last names, and people who treated the staff as part of the decor. That evening, Gavriil felt like the owner of the place.

He walked in confidently, without even turning toward his mistress, as if she were merely a beautiful accessory to his status. With an arrogant glance, he evaluated the guests, deciding who was beneath him. He sat down at the best table in silence, leaned back in his chair, and only then cast a lazy look at the waitress.

Sofia approached calmly, a notepad in her hand. The rich man’s gaze slid slowly and contemptuously over her, from her hairstyle to her worn shoes, lingering on her tired hands.

— Water. And the wine list, he snapped without looking at her. — Though I doubt a place like this even has anything decent.

He immediately began to nitpick, loudly and deliberately, so that the neighboring tables could hear. He commented on the dishes, grimaced, raised his voice, savoring every jab.

— You know, I once ate a salad at the best restaurant in France, he drawled with a smirk. — Do you have anything like that? Doubtful.

— What kind of service is this? Places like this hire just anyone.

He wasn’t doing it because of the food. What mattered to him was humiliating the waitress, provoking an emotional reaction, and thus appearing more important in the eyes of his mistress.

The woman in the red dress leaned toward him and laughed loudly, far too eagerly, as if her position beside him depended on that laughter.

— You’re so smart, she said. — How do you know all this?

Sofia stood silently, writing down the order without raising her eyes. People in the dining room began to turn around. It was uncomfortable to watch the scene, but no one intervened.

Gavriil realized this wasn’t enough. He wanted to finish off the staff completely. He switched to ornate French, deliberately complicating his phrases, stretching out the words, and enjoying the moment.

— Tu comprends ce que je te dis, espèce de mouton stupide ?
(Do you even understand what I’m saying, you stupid sheep?)

He laughed, confident that the person in front of him wouldn’t understand a single word.

His mistress laughed again, not understanding the meaning, but sensing that now was “the right time to laugh.”

Sofia raised her eyes.

She looked straight at him, calm and confident. Without confusion. Without fear. And then the simple waitress did something that made the millionaire abruptly stop laughing and immediately leave the restaurant.  The continuation can be found in the first comment. 

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The pause dragged on, and in that silence the self-satisfied smirk on the rich man’s face slowly began to fade when the waitress suddenly said:

— Oui, bien sûr. J’ai tout noté,
(Yes, of course. I’ve written everything down.)

— Dans notre restaurant, il y a tous les plats que vous avez demandés,
(In our restaurant, we have all the dishes you ordered.)

— Mais ils ne sont pas destinés à des gens aussi méprisables que vous,
(But they are not intended for people as despicable as you.)

— Je vous demande de quitter la salle immédiatement, sinon j’appelle la sécurité,
(I ask you to leave the dining room immediately, otherwise I will call security.)

She paused briefly and then added in her native language:

— We refuse to serve you. Leave the restaurant.

Gavriil jumped to his feet, his face flushed with anger.

— What?! I’ll sue you! Do you even know who you’re talking to?!

His mistress looked at them in confusion, not understanding French and not grasping what had just happened.

Sofia smiled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

— Bonne soirée, she said calmly.
(Have a nice evening.)

— There are cameras everywhere here, she added. — Everyone will learn about your behavior.

The waitress turned and walked away, leaving the rich man standing in the middle of the dining room under the gazes of people who had just witnessed that big money does not protect against humiliation.