When I was a student I was looking for a job, one of the ads said - income from $300 a month, work two hours a day, can students.

I called on the number, the girl at the end replied that the job is open come to the interview. And I went, a joke of $300 for two hours a day. At the entrance, I filled out the questionnaire and started waiting for me to be called. By the way, there was a lot of people, like people on the bazar on Sunday. Everyone wanted $300. How worse am I? When my turn came, and I entered the office, I was met by a strange 35-year-old man, who all talked about some matrix, pyramids about people millionaire, about yachts and how we will miraculously live in a year, all together one big team. He said that they even have a living example. A vivid example was a woman, the first dollar millionaire in the company in the 60s, she passed with a proud look, told that if we will work hard, then in just a year, or maybe even half a year we will be her equal. In general, it took only $300 to contribute and become a millionaire.

After an interview at the stop, I bought a samsa for the last penny and waited for the bus, by the way, a millionaire woman stood next to me and waited for her. I don’t know, maybe the driver got sick with her, or what other reasons, but we travelled in different buses, I went to my poor world on the 56th, she went to a bright future on the 81st.