The case was in the States. One of us (who spoke little English, but did not understand American at all) grabbed his heart, and grabbed strongly. He picked up the number 911, the existence of which he knew from the series of the same name - and the "ambulance" really came. More gestures than words, the Russian explained: the heart. He was taken to the hospital, put a dropper... All in the steam, he was lying, having no strength or opportunity to ask for anything. and belonged. A healthy black man in a green medical coat bowed over the catallica and asked:

What, brother, is it figo for you?

In pure Russian, though with a slight accent.

“And I realized that I was dead,” described his feelings, a patient who later hesitated. But it was not an angel, but a nurse found by the hospital administration to communicate with a Russian speaker. He finished medical school in Tambov.