On February 14, I remembered the most original date in my life. At the time when the majority of people were communicating in the aske and mail-ru agent, I spoke to a guy - Roman (as I imagined). I was a first-time student at the time, a guy 7 years older than me, which did not seem to be a big difference, especially since the young man in the photo was still a sympathy.

We met in the park (so that people would be safer). I did not immediately recognize him, because in front of me stood a man under 40, low in height and gently speaking "fooled." Next I am I, R is a novel:

I am Ogo, somehow you are different from Awa.

R - Yes, there is an old photo - I am there 18. Now is 34.

I said 26.

R: I didn’t want to scare you. You are tall!

I - Agha - 1 m 70 cm, Rom.

R – Yes, there’s another nuance – I’m actually Armand... I’m all called Roman.

I am - 😳

Q. Do you want to remember it so as not to get confused? Do you know the song Vintage? Roma Roma Roman – Arman is Arman!

I am unexpected though.

R – Well, once you have gone through the revelations, I want to confess to you immediately – in order to avoid incidents. I worked as a suiter. So, I have a lot of girls I know – don’t be surprised if we meet them anywhere and they will treat me like a mother-in-law.

Is that all I need to know?

R – So far I remembered.

And then I was saved by a phone call - by agreement with a friend, she called every "fire". I apologized for the urgent need to leave and fell into the sunset forever.

And in my head still sometimes sings - "Roma Roma Roman - Arman!"