How I froze in a Russian bathhouse

Sometimes it happens - and without laughter you will not remember, but as you think, how could it all end, it's scary. It happened to me recently, just a month ago, when my friends and I went to meet the New Year at the dacha. Noisy company, bath, shish kebabs, music, girls, fireworks: in the holiday village we did not bother anyone. They rested for the rest of the time, but after two o'clock in the morning I honestly do not remember anything.

I was forgotten

I woke up from the cool after a few hours in the bath. I washed myself. He jerked the door - locked. Well, I think, I probably something otchebuchil, locked as riotous. We must go out: the bath has already cooled down, damp, and on me from clothes, sorry for details, pants, wet sneakers and a jacket on the naked body. Took up the phone, it's seven in the morning. Hope to reach someone is weak, but there is. It was not there: there was zero on the balance sheet. I decided at least to drop off my friends to call back. He threw it. I threw it again. No sense at all. Who will hear them at seven in the morning? Meanwhile, it grew colder.

I waited a little, and decided to knock out the door. It was clearly closed from the outside to the hook - cast iron, rustic, you will not break. And the door was matched: thick, strong, from larch. He pressed his shoulder once or twice, but she did not give in. Here you are. I went to the window, but it was hammered, it did not open. And if it were opened, more than the head, there will not pass. He wrapped his arm around his jacket, broke the glass, leaned out, began to scream. He shouted until it was hoarse, but in the bathhouse it was quite cold. That's how nice it was that someone called me, even accidentally wrong number! But the miracle did not happen. I leaned out as best I could, and only then did I see that there were no cars of my friends in the courtyard of the dacha. Have left! And they forgot me, it seems.

The salvation of the freezing

What to do? The phone squeaked that the charge was running out. If the mobile phone sits, I will be doomed. When will my friends remember that they forgot me at the dacha in the bathhouse? They can pass a day. Desperate, I began to execute myself, that I did not throw money at the expense of the phone from the evening, and that I took off all the cash from the card - here they are useless papers in the jacket pocket. And they can help me now only in the stove, as a fuel. And if I had not withdrawn all the money from my account, I would have gone online now - the benefit of the unlimited is paid for - and threw it over the Internet bank to my phone for a bit. Well, at least one of my relatives would congratulate me on the holiday, at least he would translate it into a gift for a card!

I went out to socialize then, suddenly one of my acquaintances is sitting at seven in the morning of the first of January. All in offline. No luck, so unlucky! Though lie down and die! All sleep, only on the page on the Internet advertising flashes: "Robot Seymour", a loan around the clock on the card.

Here it is, a way out! And I immediately did not remember: there are such services on the network that, even in the middle of the night, even at the edge of the world, you can be lent to money! By interest, of course, but transferred quickly to any card or bank account. With a sinking heart, I began to fumble through my pockets, took a passport with me. Thank God he was here, and I proceeded to make out the loan. Only other documents are not asked. It turned out, no: except for the passport, nothing was needed. The questionnaire from the "Seymour" was very simple, and I was determined to wait for money for another hour. Only an hour, and I can resolve my shameful imprisonment in the bath.

Lucky

Money came instantly! I think, five minutes have not passed, as the sms informed me that the money is already on the map. Hallelujah! I did not call my friends to wake them up and ask them to come for me. Who is going to drive now? I called at once in a taxi, explained how I could, the situation. The operator was clearly neighing over me, and who would not have been neighing? I myself would have laughed with pleasure, if it were not with me. In general, about forty minutes later, a taxi driver, smiling, got me out of the bath: good, my friends just closed the door on the hook, and not on the barn castle. He froze, of course, very much, but the taxi driver was understanding, turned the stove on full. And they reached my house. In the afternoon, I paid with the "Robot Seymour": there was something about a hundred rubles left. About anything, in short, especially if you think that in the bathhouse I could freeze to death. I would have forgotten the phone in the house, and remember how they called Serega.

Sergey Pestrukhin,

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