Having a quick snack, Dara, referring to fatigue, went to sleep. But then he again left the tent, saying that it was cold in him and he would sleep in a jeep. No one paid attention to this. Only Firuz Mirzo flashed an eye. He knew his grandson like fingers. A young fox, he found something and wants to quickly hide it! "Well, okay, I found it myself, it's him, I can't take it away!" "But this does not mean that he can just show off, I will make him pay to repair the main road in our quarter!" such thoughts flashed through my grandfather. A satisfied grin appeared on the face of the old and sly fox! "Here is a beetle, here is a beetle, and in what type is it? Greedy! Impatient! Avaricious! He loves money so much!" grandfather did not understand his grandson.

Dara thought at that moment "what a grandfather, naive, didn't notice anything, getting old, and all sorts of fables told about him, called him a wise man! These are all fairy tales! If it weren't for his character, not his desire to be an ascetic and to make the whole family a vow of poverty, then I would not want so much money. Christmas trees, there, even an ordinary policeman has his car, a two-story house. His children study at prestigious universities in Europe. Grandchildren work in foreign enterprises. They have personal drivers and cars. Salaries of $ 5,000 per month. And we? We work for 12 hours and get $ 120. There is no car, the house is old, one-story. The prospects are vague, get married, because modern girls and their parents want potential suitors to already have a premium car, their apartment of 150 sq. M. meters in the center, a salary of at least 56 thousand dollars a year and savings in the bank of at least 100 thousand dollars. Are you kidding me for sure? Why such a bride? Why are such parents of the bride? With hungry eyes? Where is that notorious love? Romance? Why the hell do you need to marry? You need to earn money yourself and live to enjoy every day and not hunch your whole life for pennies so as not to die in poverty "!

The driver was already waiting for Dara. The first thing they decided to open the box, was greenish. The castle did not succumb, neither so nor so. then the driver took out a bayonet-knife, connected the knife and scabbard, we got scissors for metal. The castle was cut easily.

The box itself was not very large, but heavy. At first, it seemed tin, it was made of copper. On it was some numbers, letters, and part of the coat of arms. But from the adhering earth, it was hard to see what was depicted there.

On one side was a handle with delicate cutouts. And there was no second handle.

Cutting off the lock, folding the lid back, they saw another copper plate inside the box, covered with a green coating of oxides. This plate blocked visibility from the contents of the box. Prying off a plate with a bayonet-knife, the driver was hardly able to move it from its place.

Under it lay one ingot above and below it in a row another 10 small ingots, yellow with hallmarks. The stamps were -5 troy ounces, the Commercial Bank of Birmingham, 1899, 999.9 standard.

The driver, carefully pulled out an ingot, there was a second row (level) and another ingot, there were 5 levels in total.

And 51 bars!

"Wow"! only the driver could tell.

Dara froze. His arithmometer (an obsolete calculating machine from the time of the Caribbean crisis, such old mechanical calculators Dara saw at the Polytechnic Museum) counted in his head how much it would all cost ?!

Dar's eyes became square and his jaw opened, his tongue fell out, his hands trembled, his breathing almost stopped !!! To earn such an amount of money per day - 150.560 dollars !!! it's cool, except for what he found himself!

The driver looked at Dara and almost burst out laughing, such a ridiculous face of the general's grandson!