My New York friend still has a grandfather who is 99 years old. Grandfather is completely heroic, burned in a tank near Kursk, took Berlin, for many years was the head of the shop in the Urals, a hero of social work. But now it’s a tiny, squeezed old man who can’t always get to the toilet. Unfortunately, the catch has long been gone. There is no complete dementia, he remembers himself, he recognizes his relatives, but then his CIA irradiates, then his neighbors poison with gas through the outlet, then something else. In the coward, he refused to be vaccinated so as not to be touched. Well, a friend guessed to say that this is not a vaccine, but injections of vitamin B to strengthen immunity. And now, thanks to the Russian TV channels, the grandfather is everywhere the Nazis.

Of course, in this state, the grandfather cannot do without a nurse. His nurse is Oksana, a savage from a deaf Carpathian village. She’s so cute, she’s 50 years old. There is an interesting story. Her ancestors hosted several Jewish children in the war. They were saved from the Germans and from their own policemen. The righteous of the world, so it is called. One rescued girl survived, grew up, became a wealthy New York lady and called her rescuers to the United States. He became the sponsor of his visa. The rescuers, having mastered it, summoned their relatives to the United States, those - their own, and gradually the village moved to America.

A few days ago, a friend went to my grandfather. He sits on the couch all squeezed under the screams of Soloviev, scratching at especially terrible scratches. He wants to go to the toilet, but is afraid to go so that his Nazis don't spit on the road. Oksana tells him:
Abram, Moses, do not be afraid, get up and go. My grandmother hid the Jews from the Nazis, and I will hide you.