in the Maldives. The second week on the island, we came to our favorite restaurant. The same waitress, who always served us, blinked at me and asked in pure Russian: Aunt Faya? I am deceived, I say no. In the extreme case, Aunt Lena))) He doesn’t get up: Aunt Faia! I even more irritatedly deny my involvement with my unknown aunt Faye. Suitable manager, a European, in good English interested in the number of our villa. The answer is thirty five (thirty five). The waiter threatens me with a finger and says joyfully: Aunt Faia!