He began saving money when 15 years old, liked to see his bank account grow, not for him to spend money on restaurants, drink beer with friends. He inherited his mother's house, repaired it cheaply by stealing materials at building sites; he was rather proud of how little it had cost him. He had a small investment that paid him a small sum of money once a year, and in his bank account, it went. Needless to say, he lived alone a wife costs too much, wanting this and that, so he visited elderly women who didn't want his money only a bit of love. Then one day, he was eighty lived on potatoes and cabbage all his life and the cheapest of wine, but he was too old to spend money now; a lonely millionaire who only read the statements the bank sent him.