I live in Australia. Colded, the voice of the gentle girl turned into what Vicin in the gentlemen of luck spoke. I call the bank for an emergency. An employee as usual in order to establish the identity drives me through a bunch of questions – name (evidently female), age (26 years), mother’s girl’s surname, etc. I respond with a whispering whisper, periodically switching to a whisper to a cough. All, the identity I confirmed, and here he kills me with the following sentence. Why do you suffer so much, every time you answer a bunch of questions. After all, there is an identification by voice (!!!!). Let’s say your name clearly now and next time you don’t have to waste time! I roasted so that the boy apologized and put on the phone.