[clairseach]: Once we rented an apartment and we had Arabs, four people, living on the opposite site. And they were like advanced Arabs, they really learned Russian well and found a job in Moscow. We had a coupled phone. These were modem times. When we sat on the network, their phone didn’t work. They approached our door and ringed. For us, it was a signal to turn off – they needed the phone. We didn’t even look, because if someone was visiting, they were calling on the cell phone at the approach, and only those Arabs were at the door. The call is disconnected. We pick up the phone ourselves. The link is back, the link is back. And then one day, it wasn’t very long, a few hours. We think - well, how much you can shake, or the telephone was misplaced... and went to them. We say, sorry, check the phone, or the silence on the line at us... and a man! In full seriousness! He brought us to our door! And he said, "You know, sometimes the phone just breaks, and to fix it, you have to press this button." He showed us on the call...