About the book: 2002 / “... - Sorry, I didn’t want to offend you at all,” I said. – It’s just that this area of ​​human activity is not very familiar to me, so I have little idea of ​​what might worry a philatelist. The only thing that comes to mind... Have your stamps been stolen? Kormiltsev grabbed his cap into his fist and slammed it on his knee with great annoyance. “That’s just the point!” - he exclaimed. - They stole it! In the most shameless and cynical way! I was fooled like a schoolboy! And do you know where this happened? - the excited visitor stared at me as if he was about to tell me something completely incredible. - And where? – I asked carefully. “At my house!” - Kormiltsev announced. I guess I wasn’t very successful in feigning shock, because Nikolai Sergeevich’s gaze became disappointed…»