It was in the late 1970s, during the time of the Soviet Union. In Sverdlovsk, now Yekaterinburg, they formed a tour group and sent on an unprecedented for those times route Belgium-Mexico-Cuba. The group included those who bought the tour, as well as award-winning pioneers of production and agriculture. In Belgium, the group was settled in a not very comfortable hotel: amenities along the corridor, and in the room only a dishwasher and a bid. There were three women in one room. The two were close in spirit, made friends and left somewhere. And the third, the pioneer of agriculture, remained alone and turned out to be with her own trouble. Confusing Bee with the toilet, she went into him for a serious affair. When the neighbors returned, there was a terrible smell in the room, and the guilty woman tried to wash off her wickedness, but nothing except the fountain up! The women began to argue loudly. Then the collective housewife rushed to her bag, picked out the newspaper, scratched the shit, opened the window and threw it on the neighboring roof of a small house. Women are dead, there is a political act: a piece of shit in the newspaper "Pravda" on a Belgian roof!