It's my husband's boss's anniversary, and I'm the one getting screwed.

For the weekend, my husband and I were invited by his boss, who turned 60 and decided to celebrate his anniversary at the dacha. On Friday evening, we arrived; the dacha was huge—a 3-story house, a guest house, a great comfortable sauna with a small pool, and on the lawn near the house, a large table under a canopy. On Friday evening, we held a small rehearsal for tomorrow's anniversary at that table. Before the rehearsal, the host suggested washing away all sins and visiting the sauna, but he said—We've gathered here as colleagues and friends, we think we know everything about each other, but we don't know the "inside story" of each of us, so everyone in the sauna should be in what their mother gave birth to

and since we all sit together at work, both men and women, we won't separate in the sauna either. The young ladies shouted hurray, the middle-aged ones took it as a given, my neighbor whispered in my ear—Don't know the inside story? Yes