Misha is a miracle. Davecha came to me in the evening, discussed some affairs with him. He is about to leave and says, “I’m drinking water and I’m going to the kitchen.” And I have a white bowl on the table, filled up with milk, which I specially poured out to drink before going to bed. So he approaches this circle, takes the pen and confidently moves it. Milk is everywhere: on the table, on the chair, on the floor... I am an officel, but not less than Misha himself. He said, “I didn’t know there was milk in it. I thought it was your bowl just standing on top of the bottom, and I turned it over".