Just just.
(Whoever says about self-determination - go to the ass)
We hold an annual congress in Moscow. About a thousand people came. Finished the official part, awarded the prizes of landscape, chopped and sung "UmeTurman", went to the furchet, slowly alcoholized.
I am a 45 year old man:
Welcome to Ivan Ivanovich! Sorry to distract.
Good evening!
“You don’t remember me, my mom asked you to send you greetings and best wishes!
and???? (Who are you and your mother here?)
I was a little kid, sick a little, forgiven. I squeezed a little for two weeks. Doctors who knew me watched, Dad even brought someone from the department - a cold will pass. But my mother needed a hospital, called a district pediatrician, we lived in Komsomolsk, 33, where "Prometheus". You came, listened, knocked and struck my mother without any x-rays, sent to the hospital urgently. There I became very ill, but I already started dropping and dropping antibiotics, the doctors said that there would be a day - and I would hardly be pulled out. My mom remembers you all the time. You saved my life.

I smile to him, and my eyes are wet...38 years ago...I seem to have drank a liqueur...