History on 1 June. In the same week when the future King of the French Chanson, Charles Aznavour, was born, his father, a former chef of the Tsarist army, and his grandfather solemnly opened a small Russian restaurant called the "Caucasian" at Rue de Champollion, 3. According to the plan of the masters, this institution was to gather under its shadow all the colour of the Russian emigration of the first wave - those noble princes and counts, who are now forced to earn modestly on bread, turning the lamb of Paris taxis. "They drive their cars, as their servants used to drive three," sympathetically breathed the heart-hearted Misha Aznavuryan, dreaming of a glass of wine about the times when, happily placed in the cozy atmosphere of his restaurant, customers will be able to quietly enjoy the dishes of the native cuisine and happily nostalgize, remembering past times. Reality, however, has made its dark adjustments to this crystal dream. The restaurant was always crowded, but the box was empty. The reason for such a strange contradiction was the good heart of Misha Aznavuryan. Visitors to the "Caucasian" - students, artists, endless Armenian relatives and acquaintances of hosts, as well as various beggars and passers, whom in Paris in the late twentieth years was a pond - preferred to eat in credit and didn't even think to pay. "Nothing, someday all these people will come to us to pay off debts and say thank you for helping them in a difficult moment," not tired to repeat naive Misha to friends who accused him of inappropriate simplicity. In general, everything ended as it should have been: in 1930, the last of the five "Caucasian" establishments of Aznavuryanov had to be closed. A few hours before the closure, two Ethiopian students from Addis Ababa entered the hall: "We came to pay... " " Don't wait, my friends, we still don't work," Misha Aznavuryan sadly answered them. Nevertheless, the students insisted on their own and, giving the money, left - becoming, thus, the only customers of "Caucasian", who for six years of existence of the restaurant paid for debts. Since then, Charles’s father has dreamed of leaving for Ethiopia, a mysterious country where such honest people live.