This story has been 11 years. The incident occurred in the Crimea, on the top of Ai-Petri. There was also the famous museum of ancient torture (per it still exists today). A group of teenagers, rock climbers, went on a tour with their coach. The road by the serpentine, the lift over the abyss, the sunset and the clouds below us – was exciting.

Among us was a boy, one of those people, according to whose biography it is possible to make an almanac of ridiculous situations. Nothing predicted...

Already at sunset, before departure, we went to the museum of torture under the open sky. Well, “museum” is a loud word for a small bunch of wood and debris, as I then imagined. The guide told about the torture tool "grush". Those who were interested came closer to him. Further, the guide guided children and adults from neighboring groups to other fascinating subjects. They went further, somewhere deeper. The coach and the girls looked at the objects separately, on the side. I and several other teenage girls stayed with the boy N. who suddenly came up on the stage. In the literal sense. N. (He was 11 years old) and his elderly companion rose up on a kind of shaft. In the middle of it was a guillotine. Of course, the hiccups and thin whispers of the girls only encouraged the rabbits. Further, N. looks around and, without finding the eyes of adults, lies on the shaft and places his head in the hole of the guillotine. Everyone is funny. But not me. The guillotine is real, the blade is not rusty, it shines, and the coach is my native aunt. To quickly grasp what the situation gives, we and the girls call the coach. N. receives an immediate instruction to get out of his dangerous position! For now, everyone is funny. When N. tries to pull his head out of the hole, he fails. The more he tries, the more the wooden structure is shaken together with this damn blade.

Scream, panic, the elderly hold the blade with their naked hands, others hold the trigger rope, all worship (in general, laugh and cry). The guide calls. Changing the face quickly penetrates into the urgency of the situation. Thirty seconds later, the hostage was released. The hostage is silent. The guide smiles embarrassed. The coach is silent. The children are silent. They all went back quietly. Places wanted to laugh, but the secret decision of the whole group was to spend the evening journey back in silence.

For a long time I dreamed of this moment with its possible outcome...