The two gentlemen grew up reading adventure novels, but they were already fifteen - it was time to get down to business. Go to the office? It’s a pitiful fate, but it’s the only thing the inventor’s son—who, by the way, is a poet—can afford. Continue my father's business? The undertaker is as sad as a funeral ceremony, and his son values life too much. And at this time, at one station a lady gets on the train. She urgently needs to leave. Mrs. Fox, stop! You forgot your bag! This story happened a long time ago, at the very beginning of the twentieth century. Planes were just beginning to fly, cars were just beginning to drive, and the first films were shown in cinemas. The world was ruled by capital.