Once I lost the flash, there was nothing important there in principle, a couple of dozens of photos and a few movies. Well lost and forgot about it, fig with her.

One week later, a strange girl called me on the phone, and so Mordvinnn, found your flash, come get it.

I am slightly ugly, because I forgot to think about it, and here it is unknown who, by name and surname, calls and proposes to return this flushed flash.

I bought a large box of candy, prepared a symbolic 1000 rubles, you have to thank someone and went to pick up at the appointed time.

I was all tormented by the question of how she learned who I was and found my number, because there were old photos on the flash drive ten years ago, where I was a young 16-17-year-old guy and did not look like myself real, old and bearded.

When he arrived, the girl told me about her search. First tried to hit the photo through the search for images in Google, but there were no results, then began to search among friends in the UK and check the photos from their pages with photos on the flash drive ( suddenly someone seems, the city is small, could work out), but here she was struck by failure. Then she showed photos to colleagues and one of them found out in the background of our university and the dean of the faculty that I studied at the time. Then they and a friend visited the universe, found the dean, explained the situation, showed a photo, he gave them the number of my former senior and through her, found me.

Why, I ask, was it so stressful?

Well, suddenly these photos were important to you, and you kept them on this flash.

From the money the girl sharply refused, barely persuaded to take candy, said not for the reward tried, but purely humanly, and not very hard at all.

Such good people sometimes come in.