This story was told to me by a friend. Once he was in the bus next to a guy, as it turned out to be - a pocket man. Next from the words of a friend: I go, here I feel - someone in the pocket of oil. I wasn’t very rich then, and I didn’t have anything in my pocket. I understand that the guy who is in the pocket is standing in the row. He pulled out his pocket and already pulled out his hand. Here I lean to him, show his wallet and ask, “Is this looking for it?” He ate, because it was his wallet. I am a professional wizard.