Naked In The Azov Sea !new! 〈No Survey〉

Shallow waters near the Spit of Dolgaya, Krasnodar Krai

I swam breaststroke, feeling the current—weak but persistent—sliding over my thighs and stomach. A tiny crab the size of my thumbnail scuttled over my ankle, indifferent to my nudity. Schools of sprat darted past, flashing silver. naked in the azov sea

Then I dropped.

On a crowded beach, modesty is a reflex. But here, on the wild eastern shore, where the sand stretches for kilometers without a single sunbed or vendor selling corn, the rules feel different. There were no yachts, no jet skis. Just the distant speck of a fisherman casting for mullet and the lazy tilt of a seagull. Shallow waters near the Spit of Dolgaya, Krasnodar