Classic Tokarev. When I was a child, my cousin was doing a summer job demolishing an old cabin with a couple of mates. One day one of them fell through a rotten floor - nobody knew the cabin had a basement and stumbled upon a WW2 partisan cache, with hundreds of Tokarev rounds, hundreds of rifle rounds, grenades, some small arms. They had to call the police, but I managed to sneak one pistol round away - looked exactly the same.