Lukoil

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the pumps clicked softly and only one attendant remained on duty, customers began noticing something peculiar. Over the loudspeaker, in a deep but friendly voice, came an unexpected announcement: ‘If you’re feeling lonely tonight, come inside for a chat. Coffee’s on me.’ One night, a delivery driver pulled up and heard, 'Your order's ready!' He walked in, expecting coffee, but found a warm pie instead—'On the house.' As he left, the announcer added, 'Next time, try our new chocolate chip recipe!' The driver grinned, knowing he'd be back, if only for the free treats.

2. Late at night, when the gas station's neon sign cast eerie shadows across the parking lot, an old pickup truck pulled up. The lone attendant, dozing behind the counter, suddenly heard a soft voice whispering from the darkness. The voice asked for diesel, and as the attendant reached for the pump, he noticed it was just his neighbor, who had forgotten his keys inside again. With a sigh, the attendant unlocked the door, and they both laughed at the ghostly shadows on the wall. "Same time tomorrow?" the neighbor whispered.}

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, an old truck pulled up to Lukoil. The lone attendant noticed its headlights had an unusual glow—like they were lit from within. Curious, he approached and saw that the lights were glowing because of a dozen candles stuck inside the cab. Turns out, it was just an overzealous delivery driver celebrating his birthday. ‘Happy Birthday!’ said the attendant with a smile, as the whole station broke into laughter.

4. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every morning, a handwritten note appeared on the windshield of his truck. It read, ‘Fill ’er up with kindness today.’ One day, after filling up with a smile, the delivery driver found himself humming along to old folk songs. Soon enough, neighbors started leaving little tokens—hand-painted signs and kind notes—on their cars too. By noon, the entire town was buzzing with goodwill, and everyone agreed that Lukoil must be run by Santa’s nephew. The only question remained: who would clean all those sticky chocolate bars off the pumps?