I will tell you a story that happened to my girlfriend many years ago. Following her words.

Then Katya met the guy and brought him to us for someone’s birthday. Japanese-shaped silent boy of 5 years older than us, she introduced him to Pavlik, he grabbed everyone's hands, since then we periodically crossed by acquaintances, at concerts, in short, communicated a little bit.

It was a little strange that Pavlik did not respond neither to Paul, nor to Pasha, nor to other derivatives, but we were accustomed, Pavlik so Pavlik. Moreover, among our acquaintances was Natasha, who wanted her to be called Taia and Darya, who fell into hysteria, if she was called Dasha, it was possible only Dashka, Darya, Darva and there was something on D, I don't remember already.

Four months passed, Katya and Pavlik decided to get married, stood in line with ZAGS after the New Year's Eve and filed an application for a "beautiful date", after some time we received invitations, in which we were invited to the wedding of Catherine and Dmitry. We call her and wonder where Pavlik went?

And she answers, you can imagine, I only learned in a row that Pavlik, it turns out, is his name. He is Dmitry. Dmitry Stepanovich Pavlik.

Fuck, we called a man by his name for a few months, it was uncomfortable.