My husband’s friend is Pasha. Such a special companion. A few years ago, he told me how his parents chose his name. They bought a list of names and decided that the list will be read, and what name the child will react to - so they will call it. The baby cried by the name of Pavsekakiy. The parents scratched the tail and decided to call the nearest more decent. He became Paul.

After this story, many things have come to their place. Because this known man, though written by Paul, is indeed a Pavsech. This name is fairly suitable for him.