Sochi tourists warm up in a luxurious sauna complex called British Banya. The Russian State granted its people ten days off in early January. Life has halted, a man is at his own disposal and is suspended in the vacuum of idleness. People rush to health resorts looking for active and passive rest. They like to go to Krasnaya Polyana. Connoisseurs and sybarits prefer more traditional pleasures but in elite places. Tourists, often young metropolitan bourgeois, visit bathes in Krasnaya Polyana. Those who made big money, got tired, and they want to switch off and forget themselves enjoying this kind of rest. Here they find traditional Russian and Indian bath inipi, as well as herbal bath (a so-called “hedgehog”). Muscular bath attendants work hard here. They perspire heavily treating each client and go out thrice to take a breath and to cool in the font. Clients are “boiled” in a caldron on slow fire. Enveloped in the smoke of bonfire they bliss out in hot water. It is a familiar picture lacking only small devils with pitchforks running around and throwing firewood in the fire. After a steam-bath where they are beaten with a bunch of green birch twigs they must plunge into the font filled with icy spring water. A completely ripen, softened man is swaddled in a blanket and this cocoon is put on the swing in the open air. After several meditative swings enlightenment comes, conscience leaves the body and you “fly away”. Only the bill will help you come back to reality.