Итальянский кошмар! Italian nightmare!

Our unscrupulous tour operator from Kyiv "Let's have a rest" (it can be safely translated as "Fuck you . . ") booked us a Prestig 3 * hotel in the resort town of Montecatini. The rooms are dirty, dusty, the towels are washed out, moreover, there were no terry towels - a large waffle and a small linen one. Neither linen nor towels were changed, a bag of shampoo and mini-soap was put only on the first day and that's it. . . further as you wish. Somehow they have already lost the habit of this savagery, even in small Ukrainian hotels no one saves on disposable shampoos. Given that it was the end of October and the night temperature was +10-12 degrees, then in unheated rooms, with stone floors, without any bedside rugs, it was not only not comfortable, but dangerous to health. Most of the group returned home with a runny nose, cough and other "wonderful" manifestations of a cold. It is surprising that we were still allowed to return to our homeland, at the very peak of the epidisteria we entered Lviv. And such a boorish attitude of the hotel staff, including its owner, was not expected at all. Just deja vu - the USSR in the period of developed socialism, a vegetable tent, a saleswoman with dirt under her manicured red nails. Did you submit a picture? Here is how they talked to us. And the "restaurant" in the hotel? Breakfast is included in the price of the room, went-dirt, rudeness, redneck in all its manifestations! In short, gentlemen tourists, do not get caught! It's better with us, in the Collective Farmer's House. . .