This day would have remained in the General lines of the current history, of which Dima had a lot. And hardly had he once more about him then I remembered, if the next day is not met on the other side of town the weird citizen.

Among the dense oak forests remote from the city hype in the Park on deprived of attention and care ennobling organizations bench, sleeping, not letting go of the suitcase, a citizen in a gray suit. His hat lay at a little distance, the shoes were under the bench, his sleeping face expressed fatigue and hopeless sagnanet.

This poor guy must have been wandering around town late until he was exhausted. He doesn't look like a bum, an alcoholic, or a loser in a casino all that had a gambler. He's kind of all weird, said something like Russian, but not as much as we thought Dima.

Picking up a nearby hat of a citizen, the boy sat down on a free area so recently inhabited the bench.

The man slept lightly. He immediately jumped up, clutching his suitcase, not looking up frightened, looking at the young man.

– "Hello", but said he – "here, take this, its almost gone", – he said headpiece citizen, clutching the suitcase.

– "I…I saw you somewhere …" the man said quickly and fearfully.

Dima smiled.:

– "Well, yesterday."

– "Yesterday?"– as if a little happy and hopefully asked again the man – " yesterday we saw each other, yesterday, and where, still there, or already here?»

–Meaning there…? Here I just now walked, was walking, and there is meaning where?»

The man grew sad again without answering.

– "Yesterday, the girl You caught at a stop, I helped her collect… »

– "Aah.. Yes, Yes, Yes, of course I remembered, you came up to me..»

– "Well, Yes. Listen, buddy – " interrupted Dima, "I do not know where you came from, but in this form you can not walk around the city, too many questions may arise from the population and all sorts of different views, and it is necessary to you? Sorry, I switched to "you", nothing?»

– "Yes, Yes, of course you're right. Please refer to " you,"I don't mind."

– "Although on the other hand, everyone thinks only about themselves and by and large the people, though looking, but sees nothing, everyone has their own Affairs, concerns, running around, but I would still advise to change into something more modern or something."

The man was silent, lost in thought.

"Yes that you clung so in this case, externally it is of no value, I doubt that any thief would look out his own personal use and sell this stuff are unrealistic, relax, old friend, why so tense, sienny all?»

– "Yes, Yes, of course, need to relax, need to as something all of this…»

– "Stop playing along, who the hell are you?»

Passed by student at a local College, who greedily ate more fresh hot pie. Dima, of course, drew attention to what a dreary, thirsty and helpless look the man held this student as he swallowed dry saliva, tilting his head to the ground.

– "All clear… come on, these cakes are sold in the neighborhood, my treat".

***

"You wanted to know who I am" – have quietly turned to Dima man, amausi four pie with cabbage, three potatoes and two sweet with raspberries.

– "It would be interesting to know, look at you – you know".

"Yes I know, I know" – still in a low voice the man answered.

– "Why are you whispering, because there is no one nearby, we are alone, Yes, the seller of pies over there behind the glass, a fear?»

– "Nine … five.... nine… five… nine… two" – he uttered with a stop insinuating strange man then said – "All".

– "Ohh…, this is interesting, but what is it?"– without paying any attention to the incoherent order of numbers, Dima asked.

"I… I don't know how to explain it, and I don't know what to do now. I'm very grateful to you for feeding me, but I can't offer you anything in return. Those banknotes which you gave to the seller of pies, differ from mine".

– "Come on, don't worry, I told you it was a treat. What kind of foreign currency do you have there?»

"Yes, sort of not quite…" the man laid out on the table a few pyatidesyatyletia bills.

"Oh, I got a grandma in the closet like pieces of paper were lying, I played as a child, maybe even still preserved. But those utterly jammed, and these are your new quite…" – Dima as if began slowly to understand who is sitting in front of him, but I couldn't believe it.