In the years of working in a small cozy ministry, I sometimes went on business trips, where, including checking the conduct of personal affairs of citizens.

I came across a strange name, “Laser.” I had never heard such a name and asked local employees about his origin.

“She is probably from the village of Alexandrovka,” they told me. There is a woman who works, who registers children, she confuses, there are all kinds of strange names, someone changes after 18 years, someone gets used to and leaves. This was what my parents wanted to call Larissa.

It is, of course, great that people with dyslexia (and I think this is precisely dyslexia) successfully find a job, but the place of work is very inappropriate.