A relative is sick. As a doctor, I accompanied her to the hospital. While there and there, the design in the receiver, the rise to the department, the chamber - along the way you communicate with many. He has worked in this area for more than 20 years. Almost everyone knows me, and I know almost everyone.

They took a relative to the chamber, put her in a prepared bed, began to inject her. Everything seems to be fine, the process, as they say, went. I see, and in the next bed, about my years old, a lady, unfamiliar. I greeted her on the occasion, asked how to do so as not to offend the unintentionally. She answered, and we talked a little with her. She turned out to be a long-time patient from Zalukodes (it lived in the Zolsky region of Kabardino-Balkaria). In that village, your submissive servant practiced as an ambulance. This was in 1986-88. A lot of water has leaked, yes.

And suddenly this patient says one unusual thing.

I asked if I remember her sister. Sorry, I answer, I do not remember. Almost three dozen years have passed.

The patient says:

You helped her very much, actually saved her from death. Then she lived another twenty years.

- What, it happens, - not without a shadow of humor I answer - this is our job. Thank God I was able to help her.

Do you know what she told us later? I was at the meeting then, and she asked that if a boy was born, he would be called Arsen. In your honor. For your kindness and attention.

With these words, she took the phone out of her pocket and showed a photo of the young man:

Here it is, your headache.

To confess, I was confused. I was surprised and a little embarrassed by this fact. I did not immediately find what to answer. It felt like this guy was some kind of my child who was born outside of marriage. You know when he is already an adult. It turned out to be some subtle, like a thread, but a relative connection. The patient looked at me with a gentle look, and I was somehow uncomfortable. But at the same time it is pleasant somewhere. Probably not in vain we are killing in this eternal messy work.

I thanked the patient for the kind words, and wished that my life was long and happy. And that the upcoming operation itself will be completed easily and safely.