We went to a conference in Turkey. There are 250 people, haha. And we were staying in a 5* hotel, not to say, "ultra everything was crazy." The trip is quite short, but everyone has time - and drinks to try, and the Turks to embrace, and congratulate themselves with their own coolness. Even a small cultural program was arranged, in the form of renting a micro-jeep and a trip to the neighboring village for adventures. I am not about that.
So, the last day of the trip, more precisely early in the morning, gathered at the airport. Such a large-scale conference should be captured on a photo, for which a photographer was specially brought from the Motherland. The task is to shake
250 faces at a time, and preferably in the background of the hotel. How to do? From the roof of the hotel. We all quickly gather in the crowd on the square in front of the main building; a photographer from the roof signals that a bird is now flying out. Do you cry at five in the morning under the window? It is a decent hotel.

The end of history. A peaceful German burger wakes up in his room in the morning and, as it is, in a coward and a maid, goes to the balcony to smoke.
By lighting a cigarette, he immediately presses her, because 250 drunken Russians (and that, we do, in the morning) slide down on him from the bottom. The German looks at the sides - on the neighboring balconies of no one. There is nothing better than shaking our hands. 250 Russians respond and continue to consider the German.
I don’t think he’ll go to Turkey anymore. He knows what more can be expected of the Russians.