Four friends, tired of the urban jungle, decided to wander around the countryside in an old jeep. They drove, drove, enjoying the charming landscapes, but did not count on fuel. There was a solarium near the river. Behind the river is a village. What to do? must go. There are no bridges in the area. Therefore, two remain in the car, and two, grabbing the canister, dressed and holding their clothes over their heads, go into the water. The river is not wide, but dirty, but deep and fast.
They took them by the stream immediately, sailed out on that shore with hard work, the clothes, of course, were all soaked. There was nowhere to go, the pieces were squeezed and dragged toward the village.
At this time, the remaining friends met the local power car and learned from the driver that there was a bridge 5 kilometers away. Giving him a little sunshine, they pretended that they would have enough to get to the same place on the opposite shore. And there to meet their comrades, so as not to force them to swim again. With these plans, they went on their way. But they were confused on the road.
After a while, the men sent for fuel returned. Keep everything in the bushes, so they did not pay attention to the absence of the car.
They went into the river right in clothes, already knowing that shooting is useless.
Forced the barrier under the motherhood, as is known, adding strength, went on land, pressed off clothes, dressed.
And here, they stand wet, tired, dirty like pigs and angry like dogs, but confident that everything is behind. And then you notice a jeep coming with friends, naturally, on the opposite shore and again with empty tanks.
Swimming for the third time.