Хозяйка мечтала стать принцессой The hostess dreamed of becoming a princess

The hotel is located in the middle of the private sector. It's dark around, the hotel is dark, the fence, the gate is closed, there are no signs. In all seriousness, I thought that I was mistaken and started looking in the navigator for another street with a similar name. When I was convinced that I was standing where I needed to, I decided to rebook the hotel, because there was not the slightest desire to knock on the dark mansion. But it was not easy to book another hotel at 10 pm and I decided to call.

Surprisingly, I was met by a pleasant woman, politely invited, settled, helped to park in the yard (because it would be reckless to leave the car on these streets).

Inside, the hotel resembles an ordinary big house with a claim to the princess's house - classic luxurious interiors, but everything is made of chipboard, tiles are cheap, plumbing is noname, the designer did not pass by.


The chop for dinner was underdone, the porridge undercooked. Salad is hard to mess up. Normal breakfast, early check out, bathrobe in the room. Wi-Fi in the room was free.
The problem was that the front door to the room with glass. That is, the interior doors of the mansion became the entrance doors to the room. The audibility is excellent, and even the light from the corridor shines all night right into the room on my bed.

For its price (approx. $20) the hotel is tolerable. But I don't want to go back.