I called a taxi. While she clogged her shoes, closed the door, the taxi driver Anton Alexandrovich called twice to remind me that he was standing near the entrance. Late in the evening, a call from the same number again.

“Allo, Tatiana, this is Anton. I met you on a dating site. I call from the airport. I just returned from a trip. From Paris. Do you want to meet right now? We drink French wine.

“I’m not Tatiana,” I say, “the numbers are confused. You took me a taxi today.

- Oh, - confused taxi driver Anton Alexandrovich, - sorry, the mistake came out.