“He stretched out next to his yesterday's acquisition, tried to fall asleep again, but sad thoughts about a wasted vacation were annoyingly spinning in his curly head with traces of already emerging bald patches. Never before had Koktebel treated him so cruelly. Over fifteen years of annual visits, each trip eventually rewarded him with pleasant memories of yet another broken heart. Yes, he had something to talk about and something to brag about. He considered himself a great expert in female psychology, capable of winning over any lady. The more unattainable the goal seemed, the more interested he felt...”