We are sitting at the bottom of the birth, we have a big campaign, mostly at the table all Russians and among the Russians were three Armenians, one of them was called Khachatur, shortly Khachik. In general, this Hachik is sitting and trying to get to know my girlfriend, a cute blonde, I heard a conversation by the edge of the ear and here I heard what brought me and everyone who heard it too, excited)
During the conversation, the blonde asks:
B: Listen to what your name is.

X: Hachik

B: So you’re Hachik, it’s so understandable, and what do they call you?
I laughed to tears)