“- Ready for work and defense! - I see - muttered Semichastny, looking up from some papers - Tanned! And here we are, pale as toadstools! Everything is in progress! No time for beaches! Slacker. – So you spit on everything and go to Crimea! – I grinned. “There’s beauty there!” Sea, rocks...beautiful girls roam! Okay! “No time for girls...” Semichastny sighed and immediately furrowed his eyebrows demonstratively. “What kind of girls do you like?!” You already have one! Have you decided to start a harem? - Why not? – I said frivolously, still not recovered from a week’s rest. “One cooks, another sews, the third...”