A few years ago, I went to Peter’s Botkin Hospital with angina.

At the time, I was 31 (and I look at 25 in general) and got to the hospital straight from work with an ambulance. After obtaining all documents, they are loaded into the car for transportation by departments.

We go together with a man of dirty-wracked outdoors aged under 65, already quite old, and bring us to one department.

Already in the department we stand with a bump at the nurse for registration for admission.

The nurse says, “So Denis is 32 years old.”

I immediately say, “You’re wrong with me 31, still young.”

The old man says, “I am Denis and I am 32 years old.”

My sister and I said, “Oh.”