This story was told to me by a good friend. I trust him 100%.

This happened in the early 2000s on the Volga. At that time, my friend began to be interested in diving and underwater hunting. It was the beginning of the summer, and it was easy to dive with aqualange in the Volga, look at the livelihood and hunt. The water was still clean and did not bloom. My friend then had to be friends on the ground of diving mania with Andrei Makarevich, yes, and so Makarevich. They rented a small vessel, took all the equipment and went on a short journey through numerous canals and islands. Luckily, in the Saratov region of the Volga in a spill to the width of somewhere 12-15 kilometers and there are hundreds of islets and small straits where you can easily get lost and enjoy fishing away from civilization.
Having gone a long way to the venerable place, diving, hunting with pleasure and shooting a few large squats, they gathered back on the way. Time approached the evening. Sitting on the feed and admiring nature, they suddenly noticed on a neighboring island near the water several tents and a company of fishermen who were cooking something in a boiler, next to a small folding table, on which there was nothing but a slightly glittering glasses and bottles of vodka from food. They seem to have rested for a long time. Andrei Makarevich, a good soul of man, suddenly visited the idea:
Listen, let me go to the men now. I will give them our catch, yet I have no place to give them, and I will talk with them a little.
Then my friend looked at the whole fishing company again and said:
Andrei, imagine this picture. For the third day, the men on the island, away from the people, sit and drink. They could see nothing but their blue face. What do you think will happen when Andrey Makarevich suddenly comes out of the water before them in the aqualance and says, "Hello men, like a fisherman?" Congratulations to the poor fishermen.