It's about the New Year and a bathhouse. No, not about a bastardized movie where an alcoholic "hero" spoils the lives of others. It's about the real heroes - our food service platoon. Because a holiday is no reason to stop working.
There are currently 7 bathing and laundry kungs in operation at the same time. They are very much awaited, and it is impossible to explain in ordinary life HOW they are waited for.
You can get used to shelling and explosions. On the second or third day, the constant cannonade turns into "white noise" and the psyche is rebuilt.
You can get used to a scarcely varied diet. No one goes hungry, there are basic products, and a smart chef can always think of ways to diversify the standard menu.
You can accept a shower in the form of wet wipes and patiently distribute clean T-shirts, which do not last forever. BUT!
But words cannot describe the thrill when you feel the first drops of hot water on your body. Nor can I describe the thrill of the first seconds when you pull on a clean uniform after a shower.
Simple feelings, simple emotions. The task is to make dozens of bath and laundry containers. Hands can do it, hands know how.