The class at 10-11 did me a small operation, but still under general anesthesia. At that time I was very interested in chess, so the board was always at hand. And since lying in the hospital was boring, many came to play. The day before the operation came a surgeon who was supposed to operate me - a healthy such uncle in years. I remember he played very emotionally, but he did not take a single game. And while I was pleased to put the figures in place, he stood up from the chair and said, "You guys, you play well! But you should give in to the one who will cut you off tomorrow?” He laughed and left the room. He was a humorous man.

But the smile immediately came down from my face, and I thought – maybe it was really worth it?