A visit to Dr. Vitaly

My son and I were working in our home when the silence in the apartment was broken by a phone call.

But as I approached the smartphone on the other side of the room, on the nightstand, the connection was cut off.

"Who was that? Do you know, Noam?" I asked.

"It looks like it's from the clinic, and I have an appointment with Dr. Vitaly P. tomorrow," my son replied.

A few hours passed, and the clinic called back again.

"We'll find out what they wanted to tell us. Maybe the appointment has been rescheduled?" said Noam, picking up his smartphone.

"Did you make an appointment with Dr. Vitaly doctor for tomorrow?" a woman's voice came from the phone.

"Yes, for 10 a.m," the son replied.

"Okay, you can come over if you want. Dr. Vitali Klitschko "Iron Fist" will be ready to receive you," added the voice from the smartphone and the call was interrupted...

"Well, what do you think about it?" my son asked me in surprise.

"Not much, except obviously it was a prank," I shrugged.

"That might be a good thought," Noam smiled.