Ужасы номера 2115 Horror room 2115

We were taken to room 2115 - no one ever lives in this room; it exists to intimidate tourists and extort money from them.
There are 2 such rooms per building. There are still 2149.
In other buildings in this room, cleaners store their inventory.
Everything is shattered here. There is no balcony - there is a small window under the ceiling.
On the safe, the door is broken; on the refrigerator, the door is broken off.
Living creatures the size of a five-kopeck coin.
Everything is so miserable that you immediately enter into a stupor... where did I come?
I've been to Egypt 8 times and I have an idea how the room should look like.
Usually they bring you to the room, bring things, show how everything turns on and off, wish you a pleasant stay and leave satisfied with the dollar
Here you are led without things, the escort opened the room and is waiting... that we will immediately begin to fall on our knees with a plea for any money to move us to another place where we can live.

I didn't pay up. She threw a scandal demanding to call the manager. They told me for a long time that this is exactly the room for which I paid, but they will make me happy by giving me another much better one - a suite!
As a result, I was moved to the usual standard, which was paid for in the ticket. With a balcony, a working refrigerator. And although because of the stench on the street (either the plants were watered with manure, or the sewerage broke through), we did not sit on the balcony for a single evening.
I had a ticket for 3 people. The room has 2 beds. Five times I went to the reception with a request to bring the bed.
The bed was brought... at half past one in the night!
The safe does not work - they say call 0. Never! no one picked up the phone there. Again trips to the reception. The safe was made on the second day after lunch after connecting the guide. But it was so small that my tiny 10 inch laptop couldn't fit in it.
Exactly a day was spent on settling domestic problems. The mood is ruined. So until the end of the holiday, I could not come to my senses.
I lived in much worse conditions. It's not about that. But in relation. We are considered cattle here that can be milked and not given a damn.
The boy at the reception decides how I live. I was humiliated, they laughed at me.
Add to this a terrible wind, the sea is stormy, you can’t swim.
Doors in public toilets do not close (the hotel cannot afford to buy latches).
This hotel can only be recommended to masochists.