The story of Nikita Bogoslovsky (composer) As a child, leaving a phone directory, little Nikita stumbled on a surname:
Angel Angelov Angelovich (Greek, apparently) He called the number and said:
Call the devil.
From there, appropriate words were spread about the boy's mother, his mental abilities, and so on. He called so many times in a row, enjoying the reaction. At the end, Mr. Angels just hanged the phone. Once Bogoslovsky, already being a man in his years, rehearsed the same reference book again and found Angelova A. A. He picked up the number, and, pressed by laughter, asked... Fuck Chertovich! From the tube, an old whispering voice spoke:
Are you still alive, shit?