In his youth, he played guitar for his mother and sang one song, but never sang to the end. In the age of the Internet, it was a sin not to find it. The song was played, my mother was nostalgic, the text about how a guy and a girl are going in the elevator, reaches the eighth floor, and we didn’t hear the end of the line. To repeat - again not to unravel the words - the recording is quite old. The sound was louder, both inclined to the loudspeakers of the note, we looked at each other, stirring our ears... "And at the eighth she turned on the fox..." It became clear why he didn't sing.