I sit in a cafe, cutting a puddle with a plastic knife. The door opens - and the cafe enters an elegant, high chatenka. This is Vika, the stewardess, I know her.
I greeted her hand, she noticed me and spit on the opposite chair.
What a meeting! Long time no see you. I have a weekend today.
You look great. Wick, are you okay now?
Vika had an easy operation a couple of months ago, so I’m, of course, interested in her health.
Yes, it is all OK! I even received a prize for illness.
Is it how?

Wika told me. Her first flight after leaving for work was a flight.
Moscow is London. They were flying on a crashed Boeing, a man 100 on board.
One hour after the departure from Sheremetyevo, they fell into a terrible storm. The plane began to fall frequently and horribly into the air holes. Ten minutes later there was such a rumor and turbulence that all the believers on board began to read and pray, and the rest cried out. The situation was complicated by the fact that there were a lot of small children on board - you can't explain anything to them, and the throat of the angels. The whisper, the scream and the mat stood unimaginable. The plane shook and whirled. Everything would have ended badly if it had not been the fantastic cold-blooded Vicki. Between the passenger screams, she declared in a quiet, harsh voice:
Dear passengers, please remain calm. I get into such
twenty times a year, and you see, I stand before you alive.
After this, Vika calmed several especially hysterical ladies with the same silent, harsh voice, gave someone vomiting bags.
Then he appealed to the passengers several times - loudly, harshly, with arrangement. Looking at the quiet, courageous stewardess, who never raised her voice, the men and ladies completely silenced, and the children quieted and only continued to scream frightened.

Wika laughed:
I’ve never been in such a storm! I also thought that
The Trident has arrived! How I wanted to talk to everyone, you didn’t.
You imagine! But I just couldn't - the operation was on the ligaments.
No louder than his usual voice could be pronounced.
She had to play the role of a quiet, harsh teacher.