He taught his future wife to swim. We went into the sea not very deep, approximately through the chest. He began to show how to breathe, grasp, and so on. He supported her from below when she lay on the water.

They sailed along the shore. But, apparently, the bottom was not very even, and, swimming a little aside and tired, she decided to stand on her feet. But the bottom was not underneath them, and she, in panic, grabbed me so that it was impossible to tear her off. I, in this state, naturally, too, could not swim and tried, resisting her pressure, to advance together towards the shore. But nothing came out of it, the grip was strong and pulling down.

I don’t know how, but in a state of shock, the brain thinks differently. He began to act intuitively, and then recalling this situation was shocked by the fact that if not this decision, they could drown together.

I shouted to her, “Exhale and hold on! "And he himself, having exhaled, went down with her to the bottom (it was very close, even less than a meter below us) and walked down the bottom to the side of the shore. It all happened in seconds.

Remembering is still scary.