A friend told me a story today. The guy (called Dima), after another drink, goes home on the autopilot, approaches his house and can not remember which floor he lives... He climbs to the 7th floor, and decides to check whether he came right... He calls the door, then follows this dialogue:
Who is there?
Dracula, and Dima House?? to
No, he has not yet arrived.
Then take it!! to