There is one familiar company of young people, guys with a sense of humour and black girl not to confuse them. There is a guy in this company, Seryoga. I don’t know exactly what the violation is, but something with his legs and so when he goes to a meeting, it feels like he’s dancing. And then, at the moment of meeting Sergey, he comes (dancing) to us and I ask:

And who is it?

I answered in a very calm manner:

This is a disco.

I couldn’t stand up, rattled like a fool and was very ashamed. Blessed Sereg, the guy with self-irony and not offended, the habit is already saying, he himself scolds the nickname.