About the name of the future husband:

Dmitry: A day ago I called the city, I picked up the phone, and suddenly I was suddenly asked by a girl’s voice:

Is it from Yue?

I studied German at all in my youth—hende-hoch, Hitler’s coat, and all that—as long as I then invaded, but in general I understood the question and answered it as Comrade Petrosian told us: May not from Vassy!

In the telephone the girl's voice somehow strangely whispered, then it was laid down and no longer disturbed.

Only now suddenly it came out that this was the girl's guesses on the name of the future husband. And I reminded somebody of you.)