When I was a kid, I loved candy. I could only eat them, according to my grandfather. One day, he decided to see how much his aunt and her five-year-old health could have. I went to the store and bought a chocolate bag. The candy was then called Kazbek. He sat his aunt at the dinner table, put a bag in front of her and said, eat a little girl. Aunt Ludda ate half a sack, walked around, came and ate the remains. In the evening, grandfather grabbed lilies from his grandmother and no longer experimented with food.