“... - In about ten minutes we’ll approach Kosya. You know, guy, I’ll tell you honestly: I’ve lived my life, I’ve seen everyone, but I’m afraid to even swim up to her. Do you know what they call it? – Akme, Tuzla, Srednyaya Kos, maybe something else. – It’s in the pilotage. And the fishermen nicknamed her Kranty. Bad place. Very bad... – Fishing tales. I've been there many times. - How long ago? – the Greek became interested. – If I’m not mistaken, in the eleventh year. At that time, fishermen lived in the village permanently. The boarding house was "Two Seas". And then they closed the Crimean border and that’s it – he left. “Yes, it was a different time then,” the old man sighed. – Do you know what happened to those fishermen? – No. – That’s it, guy. ..."