Some of my fellow students from Glasgow Uni did their Russian placement at Voronezh Uni.
One lad had us in hysterics in the common room one day, recounting the time he had Voronezh tummy and had to use the hostel loos urgently. He landed the one with the broken lock.
The loos there were bricked around. He described trying to balance, whilst holding onto his trousers and his dignity and trying to hold the door shut with one leg...
Believe you me, when you were heading to the Soviet Union for a placement, one of the first things you did was to check whether any of the older students could tell you what the loos were like.
My first time, a group of us were in Krasnodar during the 1980 Olympics. We were taken on an excursion to the Russian Black Sea resort of Gelendzhik.
We were taken for lunch in a restaurant. Afterwards, there was the usual queue at the ladies'. There were only two, we were told.
As we waited in line, we asked the first girls to come out "Are they proper toilets?"
They nodded in affirmation, but had a weird look on their face.
When it came to my turn I got there the same time as a rather posh spoken middle-aged lady who was there as a mature student.
We entered. The toilets were indeed 'proper toilets' and beautifully clean.
Instead of a door, each toilet had what appeared to be a transparent pink shower curtain. There was wall between the toilets - only a three inch high pink porcelain divider.
I looked at it dumbly, wondering what to do. My companion went ahead so I followed.
I tried to look straight ahead, but then heard the mature student intoning: "Well, it's certainly one way of getting to know your fellow traveller!"