Crimea, Eupatoria, a warm summer evening, a young couple walks in Frunze Street. The sculpture “Resting Heracles”. A monument without complicated allegories: a muscular wart collapsed at the entrance to the sea.
This is who? The girl asks her companion.
Frunze, the young man responds. The street is Frunze.
Well yes. Why is she naked? The lady is surprised.
- So not Murmansk, - laughs the satellite, - it is hot - here it is naked.