My brother works in a mobile phone store. They have a young man in the group, whom their fellow servants call no other than Hookuma. He was called by this name by a group of elderly foreigners.



Going to the store with grandmother. Probably English-speaking tourists. They look around and talk about something. They needed the seller’s advice. They approach the same boy, look at the badge, read his name, look over somewhat surprised, and unsettledly say, "Good morning, Hukuma!".



The poor Nikita!