Beginning of the 90s. The ruble jumps like a roast. I work in a cottage. Parallel to me, in one of the rooms, a man works, a stove (so he called himself), puts a fireplace. My name is Sergey, 50+ years old. Furniture in the third generation. It works carefully, not in a hurry. A fireplace with expressions. I wonder, on smoking, at lunch, I approach, I wonder what and how. Sergey is not “thirsty,” he tells, shows, explains. The young man! (I even remember what I recorded, mostly the proportion of the fireplace.) Naturally, the conversation also came about the price, in that troubled and difficult time. Sergey and then did not "break" and reject, but said straight and simply:

- You won't believe the Obserwator, but the price I have is still Soviet - 2 TONNES OF BENSIN... Gasoline is liquid, but in our country it is the hardest currency!