Honestly, I thought the stories that tell about the “golden youth” were somewhat exaggerated. Now I believe in them.
My father’s friend works in a bank, very large, for a very good job. This friend has a son who works there, in a position a little lower and sometimes travels on business. And then one day he got into a provincial city hotel just while the water was turned off. There is no water at all. The child was very upset and even more confused - so what to do? But! There is Dad! Dad will always help. And this miracle calls the father in the capital bank and demands... no, do not urgently connect the water in the hotel of the city P. He wants the dad to buy a couple of pots with drinking water and urgently deliver them to him to the place of business!
Whether to laugh or cry, I still don’t know.