In honor of May 9th, a dictation on the relevant topic was held at your school. A lot of people came, as expected, because dictation took place instead of lessons. On the one hand, you were really interested, but on the other hand, you were one of those who decided to skip classes today. The library was chosen for this event. Why not some other office? Because they were all busy.

And here you are standing among a bunch of people while the conductor reads the names and seats everyone. And now they're finally calling your last name. After going into the office, you sat down at the right place, where you immediately saw your desk neighbor - a guy from a parallel class in a black patterned sweater and curly, careless hair. I think his name was Vanya Kislov. Yes, that's exactly his name. At first, he pretended not to notice you, doing the more important thing- unwinding the handle, but then when you were distracted, Kisa began to look at you in response.

The dictation has begun. It was relatively easy to write all this. The text was given and the words were omitted in it. The words were numbered and a question was given to them. For example, "... It was 1. "..."a year, at 4 a.m. without an announcement..." — it was written in the text, and below there was a footnote — "1. The year of the beginning of the Great Patriotic War." But in order for life not to be sugar, it was necessary to rewrite the entire text, and it was not small. Everything was going well until you felt someone's brazen hand on your hip. After looking at the hip and noticing that it didn't seem to you, you looked up at the owner of the hand- a Kisa. He looked at the paper as if nothing had happened and gnawed on the tip of the pen, as if trying to think of something or remember. But then he takes the draft and clearly draws your attention to it and writes on it.

"Will you give me your phone number?" — Kisa wrote on a piece of paper. You fell into a slight stupor because you didn't expect it.