My mother told me a story from her student life. Sometimes they gathered together with a fellow, drank. And, as is usually the case, there was a need to go for the supplement. The problem was in the guard, so once it was on the first floor, one guy usually went out the window and ran into the campsite.
They sit down, so one day in the winter, they drink. Another group already. Drinking is over and, according to the habit of this guy is sent out the window. They wait, they wait, and they are not. And then everyone remembers that the third floor is... Everyone is in shock!
Then it was discovered that he broke his leg. Only not from falling from the third floor, but sliding on the doorstep, when he was already returning with a bubble. She saw it and called an ambulance.