Rescue on the Caspian Sea

I was doing my usual weekend floater activity on the sea where I hang on to a bouy and enjoy the relaxing waves. Saturday when I was blowing up the floater with a foot pump that Marc found for me, a Russian speaking guy about my age came over and started talking. When he realized that I couldn't speak Russian we communicated in sign language. I was telling him that, yes, I was going to take the floater out on the water. He walked back and forth on the beach the whole time I was blowing it up and then was standing there when I went out into the water. (Everyone around here claims the water is cold, but I sure don't mind the temperature!) He laughed and laughed while I was getting on the floater and then I sailed away to my bouy. I was hoping he would be around when I got back and I would let him get on the floater, but he was gone.
The waves were stronger and I was being bounced around so it wasn't the most relaxing thing in the world. I was out there for a long time enjoying the sun and decided to go back in. Right then 2 little sailboats with boys of about 8 or 9 years old sailing them. It looked like fun - maybe I should try that. I was talking to them, but could only understand the word Kazakhstan. I told them I was from America and they got a kick out of that and repeated America several times. I noticed that they were circling closer and closer to me and I couldn't figure out what they were doing. At first I thought maybe they were going to try and make me fall off my floater, but then I saw that they were throwing a rope to me. I didn't know what they wanted, but I grabbed the rope and they started to pull me towards the shore. Then it turned into this funny story. They were rescusing me!!!! The little sail boat really couldn't pull me and I yelled, "I think I am too heavy." The little boy smiled and nodded Yes, but I'm sure he didn't know what I said. Then he got his friend to pull his sailboat up next to his and he jumped out of his boat and stood on the front holding on to the two masts and away we went. It was like a slow motion version of being pulled by a big motorboat. They pulled me almost to shore and I let go of the rope and they headed off waving and smiling after all my thank yous. They probably went home feeling like heroes and are writing a story in school tomorrow how they rescued this elderly crazy American lady who was desperately hanging on to a bouy way out in the Caspian Sea.