The boss told me last Friday.
Young and mature years he gave to the Soviet Army, and therefore spent the vacation in military sanatoriums in Crimea and in the Caucasian mineral waters. Since in the ranks he was modest, the vacation was given in April, then in September-October, and therefore, depending on the weather, he went either to the sea or to the mountains.
So, in October 198... year he went to Pyatigorsk, where he settled in the semi-elite sanatorium of the Air Force. In his youth, the chef was a man somewhere - an athlete and a morge (in his words), and therefore, every morning started with loading and bathing. In the sanatorium was just a small open pool, in which the chef received a charge of vigor.
Well, he ran, melted, and swung in the water at a temperature below the room temperature. And here passes an interesting woman of forty years, dressed in a long coat. He sees the unwaveringly wrapped Sanycha and asks astonishedly:
Why is it not cold to you?
And the chef, who came from the ice water in a playful mood, replies:
Well what are you! There is a pool with heating. Did you not know?
Water is a fairy tale!
The lady smiles with her hand, leaves, and returns already in her coat, with a bathing hat on her head. Graciously takes off the coat, demonstrating a slim, very attractive figure and erotically bending dive into the pool.
The terrible whisper of the runaway lady was probably heard by all the Caucasian mineral waters. The chef hardly stole the dead woman from the pool, after which she was immediately taken to the resuscitation center.
In addition, she was the wife of the deputy chief of the Political Directorate of the Chief Committee.
The Air Force, and therefore the boss so dismissed in modest ranks.))) Ah, and what a romantic story could be blurred...
If the swimming pool was heated.)