I still have the strength to be surprised by people's strangeness. You couldn't make this up if you tried.

In the work chat, there's Anastasia, Elena, and me. Elena is an external manager, Anastasia is my client.

Elena: Svetlana, Anastasia, good afternoon!

Everyone is silent.

After a while:

Elena: Svetlana, when can we have a call?

Anastasia is the first to break the silence.

Anastasia: Elena, there's no Svetlana in the chat, who are you addressing?
Elena: I'm addressing Svetlana. What name should I call you, Svetlana or Nina?
Me: Elena, I don't understand the question. And I don't understand where Svetlana came from. My name is what it is.
Anastasia: I don't understand either.

*In Zadornov's voice*: READY?

Elena: I went to Nina's agency website, and in the acknowledgments section there was a certificate in the name of Svetlana, so I thought that was her real name, because she can't actually be called Nina Benois, that's a pseudonym.
Me: Elena, did it not occur to you, while you were on the agency's website, that more than one person works there? That acknowledgment is for an employee of the project. I ask clients to write acknowledgments in the names of those who worked the most on the project, not just mine.
Elena: Well, no, I didn't think of that. I prepared a package of samples for you and gave it to my brother, he lives in Vnukovo, just like you.

I felt like sticking my head out the bus window and screaming.

Me: Elena, I don't live in Vnukovo. I live in Korolev and I'm not going to Vnukovo for samples. It's very far.
Elena: But I saw your photos on Instagram from Vnukovo, I thought you lived there and gave the samples to my brother.

At that point, I simply asked the client to arrange communication so that I wouldn't have to deal with this person.

I've never had anything like this before.