Somewhere five years ago, with a periodicity of once every six months-a year, I was called by an unknown male voice in a clear submission-hello, who are you, you are not my ex, etc?
I asked to remove my phone number, when I first guessed, I just dropped it.
And yesterday I sit with a friend, I drink martini, a call, because I was waiting for my son, and he could not call from his, then I answer and hear the same crying voice.
After reading, you ask who?
I'm a whitewoman, if you don't stop calling, the next time I'll read about Ruslan and Ludmila and I'll call, we sit with a friend we laugh, a minute after 15 calls, I turn on a loud call and I hear - Ir, I recognized you, you already work in the library?
The children fled from another room to our wild hook.