Makarone from Hurghada, from nature

Sketch from nature.
I came to the beach owned by the hotel, as I agreed with one of the employees to paint his portrait. But that was not there. There was only a guy providing towels (one at a time for each vacationer). Hearing about the portrait, he also expressed a desire to pose. He spoke excellent Russian and said that his name was Macarone. I wonder what country tourists call him that? He volunteered to pose, but the guy could not stand still. He was already dancing and whining that it was so long to paint a portrait!
Simultaneously with me, two pretty young ladies from the Moscow region lived in the hotel. They studied at the evening department at the pedagogical institute, and saved money for holidays in Egypt by working as sales consultants. One of the girls was very short.
They also sunbathed on the beach, located not far from us. The small one held out capriciously: "Macarooon! Give us another towel!" Macarone squinted at her and answered: "Why do you need a towel? Ill bring you a napkin from the bar!" So, he even knew how to joke in Russian.