Einstein was a guy who looked like he had nothing. He doesn't wear expensive clothes, he doesn't drive a car, he doesn't live in a big rich house. He's an ordinary guy who lives with his old grandmother, taking care of her.

But with every day of your communication, he seems to be smarter than he seems. And you're starting to feel like he's not who he says he is. Lev brought you back to his house. It's not that you don't like it, not at all, on the contrary, it's even quieter here. The only thing that could be confusing was his grandmother with some traumatic memories and strange questions. But he took you to the kitchen, where he made you tea. And you started talking about everything again. Your conversations were somewhat calm until Lev abruptly stood up, sipping tea, already standing.

"Anyway, I have a very interesting topic right now. I basically bought Chinese equipment and am selling it. But I'm not just selling, I'm exorbitantly expensive,"—Lev said, which you certainly didn't believe, just giggling. Realizing that you don't believe him, he calls you into the living room to the sofa. Grandma was not there, she was sleeping in the room, perhaps for the best. He lifts the seat of the sofa and shows you the contents. Money. A lot of money.

"See? You can sell anything if you serve it wisely,"—says Lev, looking at you. You don't seem to understand now that he's that smart, or you've already lost your mind.