Not a date, but a fateful acquaintance. I was 13 when Icq was becoming popular. And it was then fashionable to write on random numbers in the hope of finding your fate. Surprisingly, I did not meet a single pedophile at the time, usually people just fell in horror at sunset when they learned about their age. And then, once again killing the random nine-digit number, I stumbled upon him.



He asked what he was obliged to do, he said that the acquaintance with a thirteen-year-old lady interested him only in the key of joint... solving problems in mathematics. He threw a couple. I had difficulties with this subject at the time, but no one had come to me with such offers, so I did not want to refuse. I went to decide. I killed for two weeks, but I decided. We talked, he commented on the decisions, talked about some subtleties and gave a book to read about Ferm's theorem. Not just evidence, but history. I read without interrupting, asking for more. It has been around for 4 years! :) We solved problems together, for 4 years he taught out of love for science some strange schoolgirl he had never seen. Naturally, it was to him that I came for advice on which universe to go. He had no doubts for a moment, of course, Matthew. I also had no doubts at the time. We met for the first time in Peter, he took me to Peterhof, took me through the matmeh, told about teachers, about exams, issued literature for preparation and sent me to prepare for admission.



Yes, of course I was in love with him at the time, and I was not 13 years old, but more, but I was given a condition: do it first! Okay I did. Finish the first course! Okay, finished... and now start working as a programmer! Fuck it now! Well what to do, started... and then somehow not before that became, lost. This is a mathematical friend.



Ten years have passed, and I still remember and am endlessly grateful to this man. And let it never be, but without him my life would have been quite different. Without mathematics. What a life without her.