It was in Turkey. We went to rest with a group of friends, there was one such, Denis - a caretaker. My wife and I were on the floor. So I get out of the soul, wrapped my body walking poorly with a towel, not yet dry, so. I say to a friend, I will go to Denis with my wife. I went down on the elevator, sparked a few words, and when I went out, this devil pulled the towel from me and clogged the door. It does not break, it smells. Well, I think, I go to the elevator... In the elevator was a man four or three girls of 20 years and a man of sixty years - all Russians - were silent. I approach our number, I knock – silence! I still knock – silence!
Here go through the corridor three grandmothers - years sixty with a hook....from the strangle, what makes the hooker! I fell down, I removed my palms from the perineum, I followed with one hand on my hair, and the other on my chest, and with a thin voice I said, "Ladies, leisure! It is cheap! Grandmothers quickly washed up the stairs...There appears my friend – down to the reception was walking...The grandmother of these I then saw more than once – everyone touched me.