A few years ago, I had to work at a small restaurant in a village near Surgut. The administrator we had was a very pathetic lady who loved to operate in her speech with smart beautiful words. Once she approached me and handed me a thin notebook, on the cover of which, with huge letters, the markers wrote “Persons of Non Graham.” And he says that these names would get rid of my teeth. Okay, I say, and what to do when they appear? Calling the guard? And she gives me, Dear, you are stupid at all, these are persons non grata, the most important visitors to our institution! And she went away, condemning that they would recruit stupid waiters, and she suffered.