When I was a young employee of a major research institute, a senior fellow, whom I respected, came to me one day and said, “Listen, there’s such a steep iron in your working compass! What computer do you have at home? I speak, say, generations of 2 older (type I had at home was 386, and at work pentium). The companion said, “So you don’t take advantage of such a wonderful opportunity! Change the iron from a working compass to a home compass, no one will notice it.” Well, I left for sight, myself a little wondering about myself such a holy simplicity of a colleague. And two weeks later, a very big boss comes with a bunch of manuals and checks and, looking at me with contempt, dismantles my working computer and starts checking the marks and serial numbers. Then much more humbly he gathers the computer back and, without looking me in the eyes, silently leaves. What is amazing in this story? The fact that I compared these events only 10 years later coincidentally recalling those times. And until then I thought that it was very easy and beautiful to get into the collective, and what all around decent people.