Dreams.

In some backwater town in the 90s, there lived an old man, and it so happened that some "entrepreneurs" of that time came to him with a very specific proposal. These "entrepreneurs" were counterfeiters, and not just any, but their operation was on a fantastic scale. However, they had a problem: they were drying the banknotes in a simple washing machine, and they needed a specific model. Unfortunately, their own machine broke down beyond repair. As you can guess, the old man had exactly that: an old, dilapidated machine, covered in paper and tape, but still working. They explained the situation to him, and the old man, being no fool, replied: "Two hundred thousand." Of course, they were shocked by such audacity, but money was not a problem, so it worked. Some woman counted out the required amount and they took the machine away. And the old man, in his town on the outskirts of the Vast Lands, used that money to build a temple – a wooden, tall, and beautiful one. It still stands there today...