When I was young, I was often taken for a boy. And one day it happened that my parents could not take me out of the room for a long time, and I had to sit in the company of two guards all night. The case is closer to 8, in the winter street... And then one guard says to another: “Eh, Sing, girls are missing...”. I, having decided that I was again taken for a boy, interfered in the conversation: "And I am not a girl?" To which the guards who bowed from the whistle replied: "Neeeet". I never understood at the time what was wrong with me, but in any case, I abandoned the artist.