Unlike most immigrants, I left the Soviet Union.
The Soviet Union was, as is known, the best country in the world, so the possibility of emigration there was not provided by law at all. Who is going to emigrate from heaven? There was only one small hole left, through which tens of thousands of people fled: once the USSR carelessly signed a convention that allowed Jews to reunite with relatives in Israel. Israel immediately set up the industrial production of invitations from non-existent relatives and the process went on. The departing people were deprived of citizenship, for which they had to pay 200 rubles from the nose (one-half of my salary). The apartment had to be handed over to the state in perfect condition, so we had to give bribery equipment from the GEC, so that the apartment in the center of Leningrad agreed to take us. (Not long before that we really did the repair, so it wasn’t for anything to grasp, but who cares about it.)

By the end of the trial I had to surrender the serpent and hammer, thereby losing all civil rights. The loss, of course, is small, but in case of any problems, I ordered a mandate to my friend Sasha so that he could act on my behalf if necessary. No problems arose.

Sasha did not want to leave. I remember I called him from Vienna and offered to make a challenge. Sasha replied, "Thank you, but toilet paper I have already stocked" (by the way, toilet paper was a terrible deficit in the Union, so he probably lied). Swimming against the current is difficult. When through
For 10 years, according to his own confession, there was almost no one left in the phone book, Sache had to think too.

We met him at the Cleveland airport, dressed as pioneers. According to the idea of the Woman, we should have at the trap presented the Ohio analogue of bread with salt: corn with ketchup. Naturally, the plane was three hours late, and the public at the airport watched for a long time with astonishment two men in blue sweaters, white blouses and red tie. My house was decorated with welcome posters, of which the favorite is the one that we hanged on the door: "we are good guests, boldly enter the door. Wipe your feet, thorns, and eat clean.”

We arrived from the airport late in the evening, only had time to drink quickly and went to sleep. The next morning, Sasha looked into my recently purchased house, breathed and said, “Not very, of course, but it will be right for me at first.” And he took out of his pocket a paper slightly yellowed and blown on the bends, in which it was written: "I, gxk10, give Alexander B. the full right to dispose at his discretion of all my property, wherever it may be, and whatever it may be."

The signature. The notary stamp.