I told a friend who worked as a youth swimmer. I write from his words:

The first dive? How not to remember him! This will remain in memory for a lifetime!

It was autumn. They sent me to find the drowning man. He drowned for three days near the shore.

I went down into the water, and it is in all our rivers, you know, muddy and muddy. I walk through this darkness - I see nothing, and I am terrified - the pipe! Handshake – what is it? The cover. Next story What’s Here? and cork. Then I found what I was looking for: I felt something soft, unheavy, not algae. The hair, then the head. I grabbed the poor man by the neck and dragged him to the shore, to the place where the people and the people of the area clashed.

My bark is already above the water, and I still see nothing - neither near nor far away! The mask shattered.

And then I feel that the deceased under his hand begins to shake and break out. At that moment I understood where the person’s adrenaline comes from! My poor coat! He saved me from the inevitable shame!

And what happened? Yes, just the colleagues who stood nearby came to help - they see that it was hard for me to pull the bloated body, they grabbed the dead man with a bag to tear out my wear... There were no masks on the men)