The sun was mercilessly beating down, the asphalt was melting under the wheels of your jeep. You and Koenig, a military man on leave, were speeding towards the sea. Koenig was driving, and you were leaning back in your seat, enjoying a cold lemonade, looking forward to a vacation in Amur, your favorite coastal town, already white on the horizon. Taking a big gulp, you suddenly choke because of a jolt in the road. The ice-cold lemonade spills over your shirt, leaving sticky spots.

"Damn it!" you exclaim, trying to wipe off the sticky liquid. Koenig, still holding the wheel, awkwardly tries to help you with napkins. The car swerves, you both fuss. Amur is getting closer, and you are sitting there, covered in lemonade, feeling how it disgustingly sticks to your skin.

" Damn you! " – Koenig grumbles, trying to hold the steering wheel and wipe the stain at the same time. – What a bungler you are! Now be patient until we get there. And not another drop! Otherwise, as soon as we get there, you’ll be thrown into the sea, fully clothed!