to this:

I stand at the train station in line for bus tickets. There is a closet in front of me. Specific such a cabinet 200x200. This is a typical orc with a corresponding iblis. We stand, the turn seems to even move, the heat... The Orc’s turn comes at the box office.
A ticket for 2 hours.
Where is?
In the Orsk.
Who would have thought he was home? O_O

Well, this is one of the theories about the population of our glorious city of Orsk.
And the second is that the ORSK may be an abbreviation; the remote district of the Depository Custodians. That is quite justifiable, since in the post-war years there were very many German prisoners of war in our city, and nowadays - regime establishments.
Orsk is a city on the river Orsk.
And about the jokes, about the orcs, no one has laughed at us for a long time ;)

With respect, one of the orcs =D