I read somewhere.

During the Soviet era, it was very profitable to import soluble coffee from abroad in banks.

At one point there was a man and a grandmother. We talked to the border. He said he was selling 50 cups of coffee.

Here is Chop, the customs!

“He has half a bowl of coffee!” - put a little grandmother, blowing the righteous anger of the Soviet man against the speculators of the cursed.

...As long as they counted, understood; interrogations-protocols, then-all, the man spied his grandmother with an angry look.

All the smuggling was confiscated. The grandmother closed the door of the coupe and first of all said to the companion: "Wait for me to cheat! “”

And she raised her shelf: “I have 200 cups of coffee here! Half is yours. “”

In a nutshell, she carried out such an operation of distraction to save 200/250=80%, that is, a greater proportion of the total smuggling. Because they would shrink both, and so - only a loss of 50 cans.

Then that man married her daughter.