“Sasha Lucky... or Repair in English”

I have a companion under the underground name “Sasha Lucky.” He is also famous for loving sharp sensations and all kinds of extremes. But not immediately new people understand why it is so called, because most often it can be seen either in a plaster, or transplanted as a mummy of Ramses II on the way from the clinic to his native yacht club. Personally, I have never seen him without any traces of recent medical intervention.

And the main thing is engaged in mountain climbing and climbing the rocks, like a monkey for bananas and at work, the slasher has kept all the fingers, and here - then when the shuttle between the yacht and the sailboat will fall, then in the unclosed lounge on the boat will fail, and even from a hit by a gick on the dome will fall out of board. And after all, a person does not drink, and in sailing sports since childhood.

And he got his nickname because he ends every story with the phrase: "It's lucky to be alive!" In short, everyone is accustomed to this and if someone starts the conversation with the words: "Have you heard what happened yesterday in the yacht club?" everyone immediately loses interest and only tiredly asks: "Again Sasha is lucky?".

But this story probably surprised everyone.
The first part.

(The yacht and crew, which does not include and has never included Sasha.)

So is the regatta. The sporting spirit is even at an anemometer. A turning boat is approaching and all yachts are bored on one fifth - everyone wants to be the first to bypass this boat, to put a spinacher (a large light sailing, but it is not important here) and immediately get rid of the competitors on the wind.

Work on board is boiling, distracting no time: the backs load the spinacks, the scooters grind and pick up the scooters, the steering wheels, turning out their eyes, watch the sails and how not to fly into the boats that go "board-on-board". Every second, every meter is important.

And here... from somewhere above from the sub-ventilated side there is a growing shout: “eeeeeeeee-baaaaaaa...”. Everyone in the crew dies and looks up, hoping to locate the source of this apocalyptic sound.

In the same moment, together with a scream, because of the sailing, "Sasha-Fortunato" flies out, as if it had fallen from a flying bomber, passes in front of the yacht and does not fly a couple of meters to the next, fairy, with a plush and a fountain, the sprinkle is melting its whistle in the swamp...

There is no pause. The warming eyes of others, the nervous hiccups and the question hanging in the air: "That's what, b., at all, this was and where did it come from?" Everyone is looking up again, looking for the bomber. The curtain...

The second part.

A few minutes before that. On the yacht “Sashi Lucky”

The boat is approaching, the yacht is flying in the same mass. Sasha, as the most agile and sporty, charges the spinacher on the tank. Work is like everything else...

But then it turns out that there was a phal in the block on the top (on the top) of the macht. What to do? If you want to win the race, go to the match. No time at all. As long as you find or build a "Botsman chair" (a bandage for raising a man on a matcha), as long as you pull the sailors to the top - a lot of time will take.

And then a victorious idea comes to Sane’s mind: “Capp, listen, I’ve seen here on YouTube, how the English boat is encircled under the wind so that they sail to the top.”

“Hey, you fucking invented it!” replied the captain.

“Let’s talk, but here’s the thing: lie down in the “half wind”, (the course of the wind – when the wind blows the yacht right in the side), out of the wind as much as to hold! Let us try!”

Cap thinks a few seconds and the spirit of competition still takes up over reason and common sense.

“Aaaah!” Okay, we went – choose the Scots! Half the wind! Sania with insurance. “Hey, you’re lucky,” commanded the captain.

The yacht lies "half wind", gets a crane and almost touches the sailing water.

Whether Sasha did not hear the last words of the captain, whether he pretended, or whether they were not said at all - history silences it. The fact is that Sanya used (or almost went) sailing without insurance. And he “run” by sailing, to be known, very sharply and cleverly, if he managed to run further than to the middle (the total height of that macht from the waterline is 17m.) Until the boat broke...

Immediately all the pressure of the wind, which created the necessary crane disappeared, the yacht was lightningly aligned and the macht catapulted Sasha-Pozzelo with a scream: "yeeeeeeeeeee-baaaaaaa...!!Ballistic trajectory towards competitors.

During the rescue operation, not only all the participants, but also the victim himself fought in hysteria, which significantly complicated the work.)

P.S “The four ribs were broken, the arm, the shoulder, the hematoma on the body floor, but... It was fortunate that he was alive!”