I was told by a friend he served in Ukraine in the 1960s, when he was 19 years old. They went with a friend in a selfie, in one village began to walk around the houses to ask for them to sell the selfie, went for a long time and all failed. Finally they entered one house, and there a woman of 35 invited them to the table. The hostess covered the table, they sat down and drank, ate and were about to leave, and the hostess stood up at the door and said, "Where? And who will be me?" They had to stay.