Brother’s wife, Olga, asks our mom and dad:

Why did you call your son Sasha?

Mom, remembering with a smile of nostalgia:

“When he was born, we wrote different men’s names on pieces of paper and threw them into a hat, and then pulled out one of them.

Olga is curious:

What names did you write?

I wrote “Oleg”, “Maxim”, “Tolia”...

Pope, wearing in the mangal shampoo:

And I wrote “Sasha”, “Sasha”, “Sasha”...