it seems that even Crimea itself was waiting for the invasion of vacationers this year. A beautiful hot summer greeted residents and guests of the Soviet Union. everyone swam in the Black Sea, ate ice cream and looked at the beautiful girls and men in bathing suits. a break from the noisy working life, the heat, delicious food, a summer romance — all this sounds beautiful and poetic.

you honestly tried to enjoy a wonderful summer on the Crimean beach on your day off, but you didn't really succeed. you forgot your sunscreen and were already expecting sunburn, but that wasn't the worst. holding a beach bag, you walked along the beach through the crowds of vacationers. There were couples with small, raging children, and middle-aged people with folds of fat in all possible places... the sand was sticking to your feet, and you drank lemonade endlessly, trying to escape from this unbearable heat...

you had to pass by the volleyball field. There were six guys there, obviously tourists, because you could hear German during their game. the ball was flying back and forth through the net, strong hands were hitting the ball...

you felt a strong pain in your face. The ball flew right into you, into the very center of your wonderful face. severe pain spread through the nose, and the bridge on the glasses broke in half, not to mention the nose guards. you froze in place, as did all six people who were playing volleyball. It's a lousy situation. a man ran up to you, and you didn't see who it was, but you suspected that it was an unlucky pitcher of the ball.

— does it hurt you much? Let me give you something cold... I'll buy you new glasses, honestly.

This poor young man, so excited and disappointed, instantly took you to his place under the umbrella and gave you a cold bottle of lemonade. already in the shade, you could see him: curly hair, plump cheeks, large and upset eyes behind round glasses and a light body covered with a thin layer of sea salt... perhaps you could forgive him for being polite and courteous.