Due to the circumstances of the work, I have to fly a lot around the expanses of Mother Russia and beyond. But never in my life have I encountered such horror in which I found myself in the Royal Hotel in Novokuznek. To begin with, having chosen a junior suite and looking at its content on the site, it was not clear to me where the empty room was, to my objections, they told me that the manager or the owner would contact me, and so 3 days passed, first they lost my number, then forgot, etc. In view of a very busy work schedule, I put aside attempts to independently contact, so to speak, the managers of this hole, unfortunately, the room was already paid for a week in advance due to the proximity to the place of work and decided to just survive the weekend, test it out and move to another hotel on Monday, but at night the situation just became critical. some kind of disco started in the next room, mixed with an orgy, attempts to find a girl at the reception were unsuccessful, and even at first I thought that she was also participating there, then she turned out to be sleeping in another room, I tried to calm the neighbors, but this was unsuccessful after every request not to everything started to make noise in a new way and to understand the walls in the hotel are thinner than a sheet of cardboard. In the morning, when trying to leave the money for the remaining two days, they refused to refund me, they gave a statement and said write, maybe we will return it. And since the country should know its heroes, here is the name of the director of the pit in which I lived Arzrumtsyan Gevorg Sergeevich
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