In the late nineties, it was fashionable to give birth abroad. My wife decided to give birth in Germany. I did not know German. I learned a few phrases. And since she was frightened that the Germans were almost wrong, immediately sent to Caesarean, she also learned "NO CUT, PLEASE" She gave birth for the first time, little experience. When it all started, I forgot everything. And when I saw that they were calling someone, and a huge German came in with snacked sleeves, and the hands were still like that, all in red hair... I thought, well, the butcher is a surgeon. Reason has stunned. So she instead of teaching him “Don’t cut,” shouted “Don’t shoot, please.” After a long time, the staff went to see her in the room.