We went somehow with a friend to rest in the mountains (Archiz) and stayed in the pension for a couple of days. And since the road was dangerous, and in general the ancestors worried about me, I decided to call home. We were not caught in the mountains. In the pension, surprisingly, there was no phone (although not bad in itself)... In general, we asked the director of this institution to call from his home and say that I was said to be okay. She called. When I got home, I learned the details... Late in the evening a call came out. Mom removed the telephone, and there... a male voice, with a strong Caucasian accent: "All Harasho, Katya U NAS"... (we rested, by the way, classy...)