Closed the skiing season with a complicated fragmented fracture of the leg with a shift, somewhere in late March - early April. A month spent in the hospital: extraction, then surgery, another month in the hospital, after almost six months in the shells. Now the picture: summer, the month of June, the heat, I meet my acquaintance on the coasts. The question is "what happened"? Without thinking, I answer: “I ran on skies, broke my leg.” Dooooolgaja pause, then a very cautious (seemingly not to upset a mentally ill) question - so summer? had to explain.