Poland.Spa-Salon "Old Slavic Bath".I sit in the reception.A client waiting for his turn suddenly throws a bomb to the receptionist:
- Tell me, but you have a massage of the Old Slavyansk - is it from the name of some city of the Old Slavyansk named?
To the honor of the girl behind the stand, it must be admitted that no muscle on the face trembled:
This is the name of the people from whom we come.
The client-polka hanged... and we and the receptionist understood: a slave, a shit...