I studied at the beginning of zero in the aviation college. As a foreigner, he lived in a five-story dormitory. There was one peculiarity of the company - there was no shower. A washing machine for 5 dishes was, a toilet for 5 seats was (entrance through the washing machine and left), but for washing it was offered to drive his body once a week to the ground building called the "bath". In this "bathroom" even to enter was scary - so it is disgusting in the appearance of the sarai.

We did not go there.



Instead, they were washed in the laundry under a hose, which at one end was dressed on the crane, and the second was glued with a wire to the pipe under the ceiling. An excellent shower was obtained, the floor in the laundry room was chain and there was a drain of water into the sewerage. The management struggled with this phenomenon, but more for sight.



Going to the laundry in the evening to wash your hands and find one or two naked students swimming there has become commonplace. I myself, at first embarrassed by the people to stand with the naked pipis under the shower, quickly changed the complexes to pure density.



One day before the start of the third course, the students living in the hostel were called out of vacation a week earlier - it was necessary to seamless the rooms for the resettlement of the first students. August in southern Ukraine is terribly hot and after the train, I first went to the bathroom.



As always, he went into the laundry, grabbed the hose to the ceiling, got the shampoo, soap and dressed up to the naked. Just pulled off the water, as suddenly the door opened and some unknown guy entered the laundry room, holding a pot with pasta in his hands. Here in the laundry, he wanted to pour water through the sink. Apparently first-class, they have just begun to settle.



The boy looked up at me from the pot and for some reason stuck at the entrance. In his eyes was horror and something unhealthy. "Strange what, why so loose, maybe psychic? “I thought I was cutting on a visitor.



And here to me: yesterday’s student quietly entered the laundry room, and there is some exhibitionist. From the unshaken lob hangs a member, and from all the clothes on the perverted only rubber slats. What to do now? to scream? To give in? to escape? Calling for help?

The boy did not notice the hose attached to the ceiling, and about washing they had time to rush, say, here is a bath on the territory, here is a bathing day.



The addicted boy never shrugged. For jokes, I looked at him and kept an alarming pause. Then rounded the crane – water poured on the crane.

I am bathing.

- Aaaaaaaah, - joyfully exhaled the first-time student, in his communion again became safe.