At the end of the 1980s, a postgraduate trainee from Canada was in exchange. The Indian is there. So when he was sent, our boyfriend, who came there for the same exchange, advised him to name first the surname, and only then the name. The Indian at first thought that we were being mocked by him — well, everyone first said his name! But in Moscow, I realized for the first time that it was not a joke. So then he always called himself very accurately and with a long pause: "Sholto. Tagged with"