... As soon as I lifted the lid of one of the chests standing on the floor of an old freight car, the so-called freight car, a pile of gold bars mixed with coins, filling it to the very top, caught my eye. Nearby, on the floor, were leather bags tied with cords and sealed with sealing wax with a round seal in the form of a double-headed eagle. On the bags themselves the mass was indicated, indicated for some reason in pounds. One of the bags turned out to be open, and putting my hand into it a moment later, I looked in surprise at the gold coins, not very regular in shape, with the image of Catherine II. Looking around the carriage with a slight grin, I realized that theoretically, I was incredibly rich, but practically I remained the same runaway prisoner without a fixed place of residence as I was before that day...