I have a friend uncle, he is about 45 years old, his mother told him that one day, when he was small (5 years old), she invited all of her friends to visit (well, just sit down to talk, the kids to measure, as usual, shorter).

Well, the moment came when one of the moms came to mind the brilliant idea of putting children on a chair (for solemnity) and asking them the favorite question of Soviet mothers - who you want to become.

All the children of course answered something like “cosmonauts”, “pilots” (the 70s, Hule – the space race, Gagarin and all that). And here they put our hero on the chair, and ask the sacred question - who do you want to become?

What he says is fascist!

Under the flattered eyes of the friends, the no less flattered mother asks her child - why is he a fascist?

What he responds calmly - I like their form!

Hugo Boss is the master of his business.