Stanislav, or failing that, George.
I actually knew a Stanislav Ustupski in high school. Well, I didn’t really talk to him or anything, he didn’t speak english to well. Seemed nice.
There was a George something-or-other that lived next to me for a while I never actually talked to him but I know he helped my roommate at the time when his Dad died, so that’s commendable. I saw him on New Years Eve and we caught up.
Honestly, all of my friends have the most generic of names.
