I remembered here:
1990 or 1991. of Moscow. I am undergoing a surgery in urology. As is prescribed in the evening before this mystery - a cliché. The cysts are made in the room on the female half, to the male toilet a hundred meters, because the building is significant. In the bathroom, of course, two cabins without doors. Climax is made for three.
I was second. It turned out that carrying a few liters of water in itself is not so easy, it is necessary to go quickly, but not to squeeze the buttocks, and the finger to shut up did not allow education. But I escaped.
I will never forget the third person.

Sorry, almost forgotten by me,
I did not come up to meet you.
I had no bread, no sight.
I was not in the bathroom, forgive me.