This is one of many stories that my parents have told me that came from their time in Russia some twenty years ago.
Both my parents worked all day and my mum usually got back to their hotel first and so started to make the dinner. On this particular day, she looked in the fridge and discovered that the only food left were two frozen chicken legs in the freezer compartment. With nothing else to eat, she had no choice but to take herself off to the bathroom (the only room with a supply of hot water) and to run the solid blocks of frozen meat under the hot tap for a while.
It happened that at this moment the cleaning lady was busy tidying their room and came into the bathroom (singing away to herself in Russian) while my mum was busy rubbing away at these frozen chicken legs. Everything was going fine until my mum received a slight nudge from the cleaning lady. The frozen (and now rather wet) chicken leg behaved like a rather well lubricated bar of soap, shot up into the air, described a perfect arc and plopped straight into the middle of the toilet bowl.
My mother was rather distressed by this turn of events.
The Russian cleaning lady, obviously knowing of the problems of getting food, thrust her hand down the (recently cleaned) toilet yelling the phrase: "Nichego!" meaning "It doesn't matter!" She retrieved the chicken leg and ran it under some very hot water for a couple of seconds and then handed it back to my mum saying: "Give it to your husband. He'll never know."
This my mum did... and he's still alive, so it couldn't have been that bad...
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