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I came here for the chess championship in 2018 from Cheboksary. I liked the building, the staff, the atmosphere, but there was such an incident. During my quarterfinal they put a full, though no, fat woman named Anna Raisovna against me. I just sit down at the table, and I felt a stench, the worst I’ve ever felt in my life. The feeling that I, pardon the expression, entered the unwashed men’s locker room for decades, and even with a couple, no, no, a dozen, or even a hundred rotten eggs inside. I just raise my head to see my opponent, and tears come out of my eyes from the acrid, nasty smell. I tried to hold my breath, I tried to breathe through my palm, but nothing helped me. After a while, I began to slowly lose consciousness from the lack of air. I could see that she would checkmate me in two, three moves at most. Suddenly I feel like I’m going to faint. But before I collapsed I shouted to the whole room that it’s a foul game, that I can’t concentrate because of the depressing smell emitted by this dead wild creature (she was wearing a similarly colored dress). And so I go into oblivion. Whether from the smell or from the blow of Anna Raisovna, but all the judges for some reason stood up for her, moreover, a guard interceded for her, and I, without being provided medical assistance, was thrown out into the street allegedly for insulting a woman. The next day I went to the same branch, found the toilet and banged 4 firecrackers. The fountain was great. That’s why 4 stars.