The universal soldier.
I stayed with a friend in a provincial hotel.
The girl at the desk handles documents, handed out the keys.
We go to the bar, there is no bartender. We go back to the girl, she says - there is no separate bartender, in the bar too.
Drunk, a friend says - and how are you with the girls in the city, can you call, call?
– Of course, it can be, – replied the hostess.
“Well,” said a friend, “where should I call?”
No need to call, we have everything.
Well and where?
“Well, here I am,” the hostess shamefully replied.