My friend Serzh once had a Japanese family. Now just arrange exchange home tourism - a little Google, Skype and interest. After leaving Serzh's apartment, many will turn their fingers at the whisky, and for the Japanese the same. Limit minimalism – good things are almost nothing, bad things are not at all. I have long been looking for the antique shops at least a weak resemblance of his coffee shop - tiny cups are weightless, like pebbles. But the Japanese guests were not shocked by cups, but a thing that has not yet been named in this world. The alloy of silver metal, like a piece of a flying plate, had a perfect, slightly curved shape in all three dimensions. Small in sight, he weighed five kilograms and heavily pressed tobacco chickens on a thickening pad. The mysterious metal conducts heat instantly, to every point of the chickens dispersed by it. The curved sides reliably pressed the chickens from all sides, not letting them dry. The flowing shapes would look boring if not the dramatic lightning-like zigzag on the narrow side, for which it was convenient to grab this heavy thing. The Japanese asked for a long time which master of design did this, and how to contact him. Serge broke his head to explain. It was magnificently polished and lovingly polished by him himself in his youth, accidentally found a fragment of the tooth of the Soviet excavator.