The story of the owner of the restaurant (from the first person): We sit with friends on the summer veranda, eat lunch, tremble. The restaurant is empty. The rain has just ended, such a real summer rain. The air is fresh, the clouds are gone, the sun is shining. Cappuccino and relaxation.
The roof of the veranda made of soft transparent plastic bended in places from poured rainwater. The guard is trying to pull the water off the roof. Takes the swab and the upper end of it lifts the sections of plastic and drives the water from one section to another. He is not in a hurry, he acts thoroughly – no one but us.
And here a luxurious mercer enters the restaurant, the driver jumps out of it, opens the back door. Out of the car comes an impeccable gentleman in a light linen suit. He takes a couple of steps to the entrance past the tui in pots placed along the perimeter of the veranda, and here... The guard, looking at the mrs, breaks his arm, he sharply pulls the pen of the swab, and he very unsuccessfully pushes the plastic up – and all the rainwater.
Two hundred liters are poured out on the gentlemen. The painting of Repin “Swimming”.
After a second, the gentleman with his compressed waist crashes from his place and rushes to the entrance. In a parallel course along the veranda, the guard rushes there, throwing off the swab. On the stairs they meet... and the guard, stretching his hand forward, screams "You can't come here in this form! We have a dress code!”