We decided to go on a shale with a company from the city to the village. I have already arrived there, I went to refuel and at the same time to buy on the gasoline barrel for the fire. And here is my friend from the village, Nestor. (I saw him only as a child, so there were no common themes) I smiled, said that I was very happy to see him and, say, we went to the shelves, went with us. Christmas holidays, why not? He was a little upset, but agreed. He was driving behind our car. They sat well, cooked a shale, laughed from the heart, everything was like a picnic. And only at the end there was a strange dialogue - And why did you call me with you, we don't even know... And so I learned that it wasn't Nestor at all.