The story happened before the New Year. I go to Ashan to shop, and two guys follow me on the sidewalk. And they discuss their friend quite loudly, and the Caucasian accent and characteristic words, such as "brother" at each appeal, are heard quite clearly. The guys are young, talking in addition to the "chicks" twists. And then there is a phrase that I hadn’t expected to hear: “Brother, I’m telling him – what kind of doctor will you be if you hit the neuroscience?” And somehow the warmth in the soul became that it was not just a boy, but a man who already understands the value of education.