Gold rush

Resting after lunch on a pile of backpacks at the foot of the cave city of Chufut Kale, I listened to the conversations of people passing by. Tourists discussed nearby sites and springs, lonely vacationers were all looking for the fortress (it was above their heads), and organized groups of excursionists were dragging their last ounce of strength behind the guide, drawn by his sweet voice and the promise of unprecedented miracles. The guide knew his job - every hundred meters he made a stop and told another tale from the life of the ancient and not so ancient inhabitants of the fortress. He said that a few years ago, when they were equipping a recently excavated siege well for visits (the one from which they would take water in the event of a siege of the fortress), the builders found a ceramic vessel with gold and silver coins. The treasure was of incredible value, since it was apparently deposited by some ancient numismatist - all the coins were very rare and even unique.
The treasure was taken away for research, and the finder was told “thank you, fuck off.” Like, you have nothing to do with it - this is a state expedition.
The guide led his crowd another couple of tens of meters and continued...
Soon after the discovery of the treasure, a large group of “tourists” arrived from Israel and began literally “combing” the surrounding mountains and cave cities with a mine detector. The local Karaites, having heard about such impudence, began to pursue their more efficient brothers and threaten them. Here the local police intervened and calmed down the suddenly flaring gold rush.
By the way, a large treasure was recently found in the vicinity of Feodosia. They say mine detectors are back in fashion.