When I was a kid, my dad often went on business trips. And on such days I always slept on my parent’s bed with my mom so she wasn’t afraid. He left the house, and the gas was turned off. We had a gas balloon and my mother asked a neighbor, D. Nazar, to install it. Our neighbor was good, did everything and left. I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard my mom, who was lying next to me, talking quietly with my dad!!! Who arrived at night from a trip. I was so happy to kiss him. It’s dark in the room, I’m touching his face with my hands and I don’t know why I’m telling him, “Dad is you?” He: Yes, I. And I turned out to say to him, “This is wonderful, or I thought it was Uncle Nazar.” This has become an anecdote among our families.