It was in the winter of the first half of the 2000s. We went to the sanatorium. The sanatorium was not located somewhere in nature, in the depths of the forest or on the banks of the river, but on the outskirts of the city and was headed to the factory. Everything was quite boring and boring (in fact to the hollow).Mobile and tablets then nobody had, so in the quiet hours everyone themselves as much as they could. I also invented fun.

There was no cultural program in the sanatorium. For participation in all kinds of "Mr. Sanatorium" gave domestic currency, which could be spent in an improvised store. The currency was a piece of colored cardboard, on the back of which the mark was written the denomination of the note, the signature of the educator and all this was carefully sealed by the Scotch. I was noticed that the bill 2 "sanatorium" in color coincided with the twenty. And then the technical issue.

Experimentally (having played out 2 bills) it was established that it was useless to just carefully break the scotch and draw the zero. Together with the Scotch, the painting of the educator was broken (seemingly, the ink did not penetrate as deeply into the cardboard as the marker). Therefore, in the place where it was necessary to draw the zero, a square of Scotch was cut, a 0 was drawn, and all this on the surface was glued with a new layer of Scotch. I was very careful.

The first falsifications. The fame about me fled quickly. I made money not only for myself, but for 30% of the sum I converted 2 to 20, 5 to 50.

No matter what, I exchanged 50k for quite legal cents. One day, during the exchange, I heard the talk of the organizers: "There are a lot of "sanatics" in circulation. And then I realized that Stirlitz was not so close to failure, as I did not participate in competitions (there was no need), and the money changed frequently. I had to hire couriers. Couriers for 10% exchanged my counterfeits for the original currency. I became a local oligarch. Many knew this, of course, except for the organizers and my class leader. and Korean. Then the prices in the store went up. This is how I created inflation.



“It was a lucky 90s, we earned as much as we could.”