From the published memories of the entrepreneur A. Kuzmitchev (19 place in the list of Russian billionaires – $7.9 billion)

"I recently came to visit an old mother - she has a plot in a garden society in the sub-Moscow village of Iksha since the times of Soviet power: she doesn't want to move anywhere. “Merce” with the driver released, ordered to come to lunch tomorrow. Suddenly someone calls my mom and she tells me that she needs to go to her girlfriend – she lives in two stops on the electric car. I want her to catch a motor or a couch, but she cut off, say, on the electric car I will drive (I was always stubborn) - throw, he says, only to the station. And on what? It turns out that the deceased father left "six", stands in the garage, and, as it turns out, gasoline is enough. Everything is fine, I’ll take my mother to the station. She suddenly gets the wallet and sweeps me the table: she promised, she says, today to give the neighbor for eggs, but only now remembered, pass on, she says, or I can not come overnight. And I didn't have time to react - my mother immediately left, rushed to the electricity.
Well, I stand in some confusion, throwing a rubbed note in my hand, and here some man approaches me. He looked at me, the car and the verb: you, I see, new, get up in the row, you will be eighth, and I have a desk in my pocket as a controller.
All this seemed fun to me, gave him a grandmother, waited for his turn, took some devacha for two hundred re to the nearby cottage, and then began to bomb until the night.
You will ask: Did I have to do this on FIG? You can’t imagine how I liked to earn money honestly and with my own hard work! It’s just an untold feeling!”