ТОК Крым TOK Crimea

3 days, as we returned from Sevastopol, we lived (if this word is appropriate here) in the TOK "Crimea". We were 37 Muscovites - 25 schoolchildren aged 11-13 and 12 teachers and parents.
We arrived on a wonderful, by Moscow standards, almost summer day, it was 17 degrees. The children, getting off the train, immediately took off their jackets. We had fun arriving at the hotel. First, the children were settled, and then we adults went up to the floor. His face smelt cold and damp. Frozen indoor plants rested in dirty tubs in the lobby in front of the elevators, and our children wandered along the corridor, already wearing jackets, hats, gloves wrapped in scarves. In some rooms, the balcony doors did not close tightly, the beds were cold and damp (whoever lies in such a bed is guaranteed to get pneumonia if he has the courage to undress before), there was no hot water. Plumbing, furniture, extra blankets and other interior details had served their time long before the collapse of the USSR.
But the servants are iron people. They, unlike taps, doors and linen, nothing took. To all our complaints, they - regardless of position - answered that the temperature was normal, it was possible to live, they would not heat (they didn’t heat all winter and won’t for us), the elevators are turned off at 23 o’clock, because they save electricity. Heaters, so be it, will give, but you need to turn them on in turn, because it can knock out the plugs. In general, our children are spoiled, others lived and said thank you. And when they come from Moscow, everything is wrong for them (we only claimed warmth and cleanliness). Nails would be made of these people!

The travel agency that hosted us took a stand in solidarity with the hotel (all partners! ). Except for the guide, on whom nothing depended in relations with the hotel, despite our urgent demands, no one met with us. It happens: you make a 100% prepayment and immediately cease to be interesting.
On the second night, sockets and, consequently, heaters stopped working in several rooms (and when they were working, the children slept under 5 blankets dressed and in hats). It was then that we learned that for the night in the entire 13-story hotel, only one maid remains from the staff, who is not responsible for anything and does not know any emergency phones. But we still have nowhere to go. Sevastopol in March is not Turkey in August, where, they say, our tourists had to live on the street. Although on that memorable night, we, adults, went out to the balcony to discuss the situation - according to the forecast, it was +8, and it turned out to be warmer than in the corridor. All four days we warmed up both in body and soul only on excursions - on the street, in the bus and palaces.
Separate song - elevators. It’s just that they don’t go down, first they go to the 13th floor, there is a fitness and a bar. At first, we grumbled at the children that they were buying chewing gum, Coca-Cola and other nonsense there, and then we realized that the children were not to blame, if you like it or not, you go to a bar. It's good that at least it is!
But still there were two outlets - a restaurant and an Internet cafe, both of which have no direct relation to the hotel (maybe that's why they work like human beings? ). The people are friendly, warm, tasty, the Internet is good.
Needless to say, the joy of parting with the few staff of the 13-storey glacier was mutual. And on the trip, I recalled Aksenov's "Island of Crimea" many times. He was right, but exactly the opposite, although in Moscow the sky is gray and it snows at the end of March. But Crimea is a pity... With such and such a history, with such and such nature...
In general, if you are offered to stay in the TOK "Crimea", run like the plague.