When I was 8-10 years old, we had a six with a wonderful magnet. I always listened to Russian radio in the car. And here we go somehow to the country, and in the program of the table of orders called a young man very hungry. In the background there is a whisper of bottles and laughter of comrades. And the guy: "I have called? Am I on the air? I want to send a huge greeting to Lena...my ex-wife. And the song "Well, what a terrible you are!"Lenka, hello!!and "