From the Stampanker:
Filimon: Let me tell you a real case. My friend (cross child) on the dacha foam cracked. Worked without gloves (drinking and forgetting)... When I trembled, I gathered home. The hands represented a brown-dirty cluster of crusts of foam and rarely visible living flesh. I went, broke the rules as it is (the excess seems)... the haishnik from the bushes joyfully escaped. I started checking the documents, then I paid attention to the hands and asked, “What is it?” He replied, “Infectious dermatitis. I cannot cure. The hands are terribly itching and hurt! So his right-hand hiker thrown back into the car and ran to wash his hands :) without taking the money...