The story happened in 2009, when I was 13. I had an old phone that, in addition to its basic functions, had an FM receiver. I often listened to radio, mostly Europe + and Russian Radio. On the radio stations at the time gave souvenirs to those who would call at a certain time. Once again listening to the music on "Europe", I just got to the announcement of the draw - "He who calls us third, will get a box of Coca-Cola from our sponsor! “”

I decided to act. Then it seemed to me that getting a box of cola on the shell was the highest reward, especially considering that parents were very strict about this kind of "chemistry" and never bought anything like that. I’ve even imagined how I’ll boast to my friends, and then we’ll all share the prize together.

I begin to wait. There was the first one who called, after a couple of songs was the second one who called. Leaders include advertising and I understand – this is my chance! I put the phone on the car ring, and with trembling in the shower, I listen to the phone. Constantly busy. But I didn’t lose hope, and for the seventh time I hear the long whispers. My heart beats crazy, not believing that I will be answered now. The tube is raised, and I hear a pleasant female voice from the radio host:

Q: Hello, you have called Europe +! How are you called?

I am Oleg

Q: Oleg, you can send a greeting to all our listeners!

I: I want to send a greeting to High School No. 16, 7B class, hello boys!

Q: Oleg, do you know that we have a prize joke?

I : Yes..

A: I congratulate you! Your prize is a Coca-Cola box, stay on the line!

I: Thank you very much!

I can’t believe my ears, I won. With a stupid smile on my face, I wait for the host to finish speaking and tell me how to pick up my prize:

Q: How old are you?

I am: 13

A: Call the parents

I run to my mom, “Mom, mom, I’ve won a coke box! Hold the phone!”

Q: Hi, this is Europe + radio, your son won the Coca-Cola box, tell me where you live?

I don’t believe in free gifts, don’t call here anymore! (He throws the phone)

I almost cry, I begin to explain what and how, and in response I hear only "The car is still harmful, then thank you! “”

It seemed small, but it was offensive. I still remember my mother in a joke. After that, I won nothing more.