Look, I do not own any of this crypto business. I see young men in the city talking about it like it is religion, like they found something real when everything else is vapor. But I get paid in rubles that lose value every year — real rubles, in my hand, that I can put in my pocket and buy bread with tomorrow. These digital things, they exist only if everyone agrees they exist, and that agreement can disappear faster than a Russian summer. My neighbour tried to move money to his son abroad using one of these systems and lost half of it to some scam or fee or whatever you call it. The banks steal from us too, sure, but at least when they steal you can go to an office and yell at a person. With crypto, who do you yell at? The mathematics? I fix things that break. I understand steel and heat and the physics of a weld holding under pressure. I do not understand how to trust something I cannot see, cannot hold, and cannot blame when it vanishes.
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