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Millionaire.

Millionaire. Millionaire. As the great one said:

— Any great journey begins with a first small step, and so our story began when Itzik Abramovich found a 1 shekel coin on the street. The event itself wasn't that significant, but considering the far-reaching consequences... Oleh hadash (newly arrived immigrant) Abramovich was a nikayonshchik (cleaner). That was the "scientific" term. Once upon a time, in his "prehistoric" homeland, this profession was simply called a janitor, but now proudly: nikayonshchik. This wasn't Itzik's primary profession. By education, he was a software engineer, but only his family, close friends, and the clerk at the lishkat avoda (employment office) knew about that. Nevertheless, despite minor discrepancies between his education and his work, Abramovich was glad to bring at least some income to his family, although he was very ashamed that acquaintances might recognize him and report back to his former colleagues in his prehistoric homeland. Therefore, he invented what he considered a very effective method of disguise: dark glasses and a cap "a la Georgian airfield." Now, in his opinion, he was unrecognizable. He performed his work neatly, albeit without enthusiasm.

But... After the shekel fell into his dustpan, and he, embarrassed beyond belief, performed a mass of mincing movements, pretending to tie non-existent shoelaces on his sandals, he finally clamped the coin in his sweaty palm. Itzik suddenly realized: pay more attention, and you can find more. In short, less than two months had passed, and Abramovich had amassed a capital of 10 tax-free shekels.

Itzik did not drink or smoke, and therefore the problem of using the national currency in an amount exceeding the possibility of hiding it from the watchful eyes of his wife, mother-in-law, and the Tax Authority became acute. And Abramovich acted like a true Israeli - he bought a lotto ticket, randomly underlined the corresponding number of numbers, and excitedly waited for the draw. Itzik really hoped to win a million. His brain, warmed by the "gentle" sun, drew vivid pictures of fabulous wealth...

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