Family rest in the sanatorium in Sochi. After dinner, I go to the building and call the elevator. I wait. A woman aged 42-45 with a cloth bag fits positively as follows:

Young man, can you help?

Yes, of course...

She gets the wine out of a bag with a stitched to the end.

Help me to open.

The straw is terrible, the plastic traffic jamming, the carrier, does not go. My fingers are about a terrible stitch. I suggested putting a bag under. Yes, I have put it. Ura pulled it out.

Thank you very much if you didn’t know who to ask. Or maybe we’ll try it together?

Galantly apologized for not being able to make her company during the degustation.

I ran into my room and I left in 10 minutes. And there she again and some man tries to open the wine by pressing a bottle between his legs.

PS: Now the question is: it’s a new bottle or it’s stuck in the bottle I opened.