Hohoho, I, being a 9-year-old boy, generally without a look, because my mother was crawling from morning to late at night to pay for the rent of the apartment, met a man's neighbor, aged 55-60. I loved going to visit him. There were chess and plastic cable fish, and he had a real metal machine at home! In a single! And he taught me to make some clever spare parts on it. by Mark Pavlovich. I don’t remember half the teachers in school anymore, but I remember him as my grandfather. And although we lived nearby for only a year and a half, I went to visit him often afterwards. I don’t think I’d let my daughter go now.