Married a colleague. After that, in his conversation there was a glimpse: “My Klava to, my Klava to...”

I went home to him for papers. I knock on the door and people from the apartment are interested in who I am.

I answer, “Clava, this is your husband’s colleague...”

He opens the door and says that she is not Clava, but Irina.

I thought the door was wrong. But not.

The next day, a colleague said he called his wife so for himself, and at home he got full for Clava.