It was long ago. Tourists are peculiar people (for those who do not know). It happened in Mariupol. One tourist decided to check whether he could get to Taganrog in a day without any equipment, and at the same time, in order to simply not walk, told his wife that he would buy bread there. He took the avocado and went.

Mariupol is approximately 50 km from the Russian-Ukrainian border, and Taganrog is somewhere on the same distance on the other side. Well, here he cries, coming to the border. Naturally, the frontier asks the question “Who? Where and where?” They answered “in Taganrog.” “Why?” “After the bread.”

The border guards begin to appear suspicious “Is the roof in place?” They ask the home phone. They call.

Is this one who lives here?

Yes, but he is not at home.

And where is he?

He went to Taganrog for bread.