It was told by a friend from Ukraine, then from the first person.
In connection with the repair in the office of our lawyer (Sergey Petrovich), he was resettled for this time to me. One day, we sit. I collapse in my numbers, he has some claims there. The door opens and a man falls in. I see cut. And from the threshold with such a terribly evil voice:
Who is Sergei Petrovich?
I immediately squeezed a little. I looked at Petrovich. I see he is confused too. And I'm scared, or I don't know what I'm answering with a soldier-correct voice:
I am...
What do you think...? He, bypassing Petrovich, approaches my table, sits opposite and says:
Hi to you.
I am in shock again, again with fear, apparently, replied, "Hello, I listen to you carefully" and I sit, already smiling.
Here this man, apparently, something in his brain or vice versa got into place, embarrassed, apologized and went to Petrovich. And, strangely enough, the anger passed away, talking was already quite normal. Of course, we told the staff about this story, everyone laughed so much. But then from time to time they greeted me:
Good morning Petrovich.
The fucks...