We lived in a small military garrison in the far north. We had a specific forest, the so-called forestundra. Mushrooms and berries were the sea. And often people from the regional center came to our area, because they had everything out there and gathered. Periodically they were lost.

The father came from the service and that all the surrounding units had been asked to help in the search for two women who were lost somewhere near our garrison. The commander of the unit gathered a staff not very busy in service (and in the 90s there were many such, because aircraft did not fly, tanks did not ride and the army in general is unclear what was doing) and led to chest the forest.

The women were found by our officers and the next morning a construction was appointed to celebrate the distinguished.

Two days of rescuing the forest. All the surroundings helped in the search. But the women were found by our officers Ivanov and Petrov.

And then in the coming silence someone spoke clearly and loudly enough.

Everything is understandable with these. These and in the tundra you will find a thorn!

Even the commander is roaring, because the distinguished men really had the fame of female lovers.