In 1992, Arsen Egyiazaran and I played in the Moscow Dynamo chess championship. One day after the tour, they decided to go to the ZŠK, see the books. We walk along the Gogol Boulevard, and here we see: I meet slowly, hand in hand with a big man, a old man in glasses. A familiar face.

This is Botvinnik! I pull a friend’s sleeve.

and exactly! He confirms it.

We start bumping into our pockets in search of paper. The only thing I find is a blank where I re-written the game after the game. It is the course and the result. I forgot to name. Compared to the great champion, I extend a form and ask for an autograph.

Mikhail Moiseevich glanced slightly at the text, hastily turned the form and put an autograph under the result "1: 0" in the column "Signature of the Negroes". He then handed me the relic back and said:

- Now write down the names and say that you won at Botwinnik!