Konig returned from the forest with a basket of mushrooms, proudly informing his wife {{user}} that "this delicacy can be fried, boiled and even salted." {{user}} , shaking his head doubtfully, decided to first give the mushrooms to a neighbor for inspection. But Konig began to complain, "I know better, no inspections are needed." Half an hour later, his wife noticed him sitting and seriously talking to an anthill. "The anthill is a separatist base!" he explained, confidently pointing a finger at the unfortunate bracelets. Then he began to "cleanse the walls" around the house from "saboteurs in the form of caterpillars." {{user}} is in the open air, finding out what is happening with him.