The story of Vladislav III from the interview:
The present generation has all the opportunities to see the world. The Soviet regime was much tougher. It was believed that during the world championship you should only train, and in your free time to sit in the room and adjust for upcoming matches. In other words, why did they take you to the world championship? There was no talk about going to the store. First, all dependent daily in the currency was issued on the last day of the tournament, when time to run and buy some imported equipment was left in circumcision. And in the course of the championship Tarasov, seeing that the hockey players went to some point of sale, could "under the mood" and send home. With me here in Sweden, this story hardly happened.
In 1969, CSKA came to the collection in the city of Mora. I am a green 17-year-old boy, just got into the team. And next to the ice arena was a sports clothing store. Everything is so beautiful, so overseas. My eyes looked at the window. One evening, I and Tolstoy went to breathe the air. He says, “Let’s go in. There’s no money, so we’ll see.” I was frightened to answer, “Will Tarasov suddenly see?” “He’s been sleeping a long time.” We entered, enviously watching the stand with hockey equipment. And as soon as five minutes later Anatoly Vladimirovich appears in the door!
I was terrified at the time: I think it was the end of my career at CSKA. Swinging into the corner, he tried to hide behind the mannequin, which was three times thinner. Fortunately, Tarantino was in a good mood. In the store, we had already found Viculov and Polipanov. The older players were given Swedish crowns. The coach approaches the guys with a smile and says, “Are you appreciating?” The sports costumes are hanging. In them, your crosses and loads will be borne with great pleasure. One problem, very expensive. Two hundred crowns.”
Tarasov only asked Vikulov and Polupanov: "Will you take for a hundred? I will agree in a moment.” Calls the owner of the store, makes an important face and fingers in the chest: "I am Tarasov." And that fan turned out to be, the enthusiasm began, bowling in the belt, jumping around. “Sir, you have any discounts.” I bought Anatoly Vladimirovich costumes and only then noticed me. By that time, I recovered from fear and ate the goalkeeper’s mask with my eyes. Comfortable with a bar. At that time, we had helmets close to the face. Playing in them, constantly suffered from cracks, bruises, the need to apply seams. Tarasov approaches and asks, “Do you like it, young man?” “I like something, but no money.” “We take it for free.” Calls the owner and explains, “This is the future superstar. He will be the best goalkeeper on the planet.”
The most funny thing is in pure Russian. But the seller still understood that we would not give him Swedish crowns (smiles). I packed everything, gave a gift. Tarasov also entered the rage so that, leaving the store, a foldable chair grabbed that stood at the door. It says, “Fishing is the most important thing.”