I quietly got up and, picking up a master key, opened the attic hatch that led to this old five-story building. From the roof of which the main entrance of the company's office *Stary Oskol* was clearly visible. Here, usually after a hearty lunch, the head of this company, Arkady Borisovich Bychenin, a businessman, philanthropist and head of a huge holding company that planned to take away the business of my father Andrey Georgievich Skvortsov, comes to his office. You see, Bychenin, a former bandit and now a respected businessman, liked my dad’s modern service station and he wanted to repair his car at his own enterprise.