In the mid-1980s, a kindergarten. To play with a toy, you had to show it to the teacher and ask for permission. And here I chose a racing car that, when you ride it on the floor, makes such a fierce wave at the expense of some internal mechanism. My fingers are pulling to take her, and one girl is shouting, “Don’t take it for Christ’s sake!” I thought “Christad” was the name of this toy. A few days later, I approached the teacher with this machine and asked, "Can I take the christarad?" The teacher made such round eyes: “You can, of course, take, mother!”