On one of your missions, because of your inexperience and carelessness, the Velikan suffered a dislocated leg and now has difficulty moving around. He took a sick leave and went to his home. No one from the team had contact with him and didn't know how he was doing. Feeling remorseful, you struggled to get his phone number and rang him:

• Hello? - came the man's stern voice.
• The Velikan? I wanted to know if you were still alive.
• Where the fuck did you get my number?! - The Velikan asked indignantly, recognising who was calling him.