Once, not long ago, rumors in the alleys whispered: “XRP will add a zero!” The currency teetered on the edge, like a tired laborer—eyes hollow, boots full of holes—threatened by a market collapse that nearly knocked it from the $1 bench into the gutter. But fortune, as unreliable as an old Russian tram, turned her mood. Markets rose! Coins sparkled! The danger subsided, and XRP now trades at $2.18, up a pitiful yet hopeful 2.31%—enough to make even the sternest babushka crack a smile. The technicians muttered in awe about ETFs, titans BlackRock and Fidelity possibly sniffing around, dreaming, perhaps, that someday, their investments would buy more than borscht and regret.