About the book: year / "- Ready for work and defense! - I see - muttered Semichastny, looking up from some papers - Tanned! And here we are, pale as toadstools! Everything is at work! 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! Good! “No time for girls...” Semichastny sighed and then pointedly knitted his eyebrows together. “What kind of girls do you like?!” You already have one! Decided to start a harem? - Why not? - I said frivolously, still not recovered from a week's rest - One cooks, the other sews, the third…»