When I was 10, my mom wanted to take us somewhere in the car.

I sit in his ninth, knocking on the door. M is a man. I am I.

Do you have a refrigerator at home?

I: Well yes I have.

Q: Do you close it too?

I: (remembering our Soviet refrigerator and I don’t understand why he asks me this) I push his foot to close it.

The man was confused, apparently failed to get out, said - okay, we went...