I will tell the story of myself, why I have not left anything anywhere since then. It was in 1993, a week later, the issue, and I, a young junior lieutenant of the medical service, are drawing up a container on the Tomsk-Chernyakhovsk (Kaliningrad region) route. At the time, the passes were not given directly, the Union disintegrated recently, and I received a bunch of them: Tomsk-Red, Red-Gudogai, Gudogai-Nesterov, Nesterov-Chernyakhovsk, Lithuanian, Belarusian and Russian sides. At 9 o’clock, I come to the customs, I start the turnaround procedure, then, yes... A truck with a crane and a container on the platform has already arrived, stands. While running - lunch, at 13.00, but we had it all, there was only a signature and a stamp. The customs officer says, leave, say, documents with me, after lunch come. I’m happy, I’m coming at four o’clock and he’s not there. I say where? And you know, he went on a business trip to Novosibirsk, colleagues answer. I sat down on my ass and thought the train is leaving tomorrow, fuck me! Documents in the safe, this shit in Novosibirsk, what to do?! In general, with tremendous effort, filling my way with chocolate and champagne, I rearranged, but since then I have never left anything even for a minute. So far, the rule has not failed.