$DAM

Today, I, Yulia, met with Vitalik B***. He, as expected, exceeded all my expectations of "geniuses in everyday life." In the middle of a room cluttered with expensive yet completely useless junk, he was squatting down with a philosophical look, scraping his nails. And by nails, I mean his hand nails—seems like he was trying to solve some blockchain-level puzzle. His hair looked like it had survived three hard forks without a break for a shower.

I was standing in shock, but the show was just getting started. Suddenly, he jerked sharply, stared at one of the fifteen laptops stacked like a tower of madness, and joyfully exclaimed as if he had found the meaning of life… or at least a bug. He grabbed a pack of marshmallows, started squishing it, pressing it, almost extracting energy from it, and darted around the room.

Then he suddenly zoomed over to me, looked around (in an empty room!), leaned in, and whispered: — "DAM"… the DAM coin… you need to get in on it fast…

And then, like a spell: — I like you, you must get rich… you must… must… must...

I was in shock. But, honestly… it sounded convincing.