Since I was a child, I had a passion for mathematics, and somehow it turned out that I learned to count a couple of years earlier than to read: years and so at five.

Approximately from this age, I began to drop from my parents and relatives a little on ice cream: then a ruble, or even more (then on the Soviet ruble ice cream could just be eaten). But I already knew how to count, and to understand what these papers mean and how you can buy something on them - not. However, I liked these fantasies, and I just dug them up, laying them in my secret place. So in a couple of years I accumulated a decent amount at that time of about 100 rubles.

One day my cousin came to visit me, who was seven years older than me. I shared my secret with him and showed him my savings. A few days later, he tells my parents about the money, and at their request, I give them my secretary. My parents counted the money and looked at me in shock. I still remember their condemning eyes. Asked where I came from, I replied. Money was taken from me, but nothing was said or punished. I wasn’t especially upset, no more “fantics” and no more.

20 years later, I remembered this situation, looked at it from a different perspective and decided to clarify something. I remembered my mother’s story and asked what happened then, why my savings were removed. My mom confirmed my guess by saying that the money was missing at home, and my cousin said he saw a bunch of money from me. The puzzle came up: this minor bastard stole money from his mother-in-law aunt, undermining his little brother. And then no one was embarrassed that the money was lost in large bills, and I found exactly that amount, but in ruble-three bills.

PS By the way, he confessed to me in that theft, but this is a different story.