I don’t know how it was with savings at lunch, but my father and I got caught one day by our brother by sorting empty bottles from under beer. We put together the supplies that were stored on the balcony in bags and dragged through the road to the tent where we took the glass. There were a lot of packages. And here, on the next walk, our father comes in to us. On a black volga with the chief accountant on the front passenger seat. I confused my father, short.

He got out of the car, gave us money, 10 times more than we could earn on the bottles, and the bags with the bottles ordered to put to the trash and roll home.

We dropped the minutes for 5, the money to hide, and then returned for the bags and took them away))) on which I spent the bubbles I don't even remember! )