He tied his daughter’s coat. It was great, not to be distinguished from the factory. A week later, the coat was stolen from the school’s closet. The husband brought his daughter in his jacket. A few days passed and my mom called and told me that a girl was walking in the park wearing a coat very similar to ours. I climbed very fast, looking — indeed, a girl in our coat. Walking with Mom and Dad. I approached and polently asked where they got that stuff from. They say that my grandmother brought it from abroad. I explained that the coat was handcrafted, and that I tied it. The mother of the girl was surprised, and the dad became nervous and began to call his parents. A few minutes later, my grandfather came to me and began to scream at me, “Lying! The German coat. The company! We have a check!” I just flipped. She said I had evidence: remnants of threads, spare buttons, photos. And most importantly - the underlay is sewn with your hands, it is not a factory for you. After these words, the mother of the girl took off and returned the coat to me. She said, “I am so ashamed of you.”