He told me the story of Serog, with whom we lived together in a maritime school. In the last year of the USSR. This Seroga was not only an outstanding, but also a major athlete in three sports: chess, gymnastics and athletics. His father was a prosecutor, but this is for a different story.

One summer Serogah rested with his relatives in Ukraine. He met the boys there, and they took him to the farm for corn. They almost hit the bag, and suddenly the guard ran away. Young, healthy and medium-sized. Everyone threw their bags and fled, but only Seroga did not give up: he is an athlete, a candidate for a master in athletics! And just ran with a bag from the guard along the field.

It was hot. The guards did not stand behind, they ran quietly. Siroge was very sorry for the corn collected, but the horse was very tired and had to throw the bag. The guard who had already pursued him was backward again. A few minutes later he shouted:

Where did you learn to run? I will do nothing to you.

The serpent stopped. The guard walked with the words:

You are giving! I had one run, no one ran away from me.

I am K. M. S.

You are not local. Where did he come from?

from the Kamchatka.

You didn’t say it immediately! Let’s go for the bag, let’s show you where to pick the best corn.