Hot water, only poorly dyed with substitute of tea, stood there poured into simple glasses with extraordinarily tasteful handles. According to one of the least reasonable decisions in the history of mankind, handles were made of aluminum. Thanks to that, any possibility of contact with them occurs only after complete cooldown of the liquid. Sensible socrealistic design at its best. Whether was it some ideological reason to invent this, or rather a military ingenuity, one will never know.
- Assassination, for the fuck’s sake - Andrew said through his teeth, leaning in a squeaky chair. He was pushing a few ice cubes wrapped in devastated cloth against his sore occiput. His other hand was getting closer to the aluminum handle, luckily self-preservation instinct prevailed and fingers were finally used to scratch his balls.
- No doubt, it was them! Wankers in turbans! - he went on being even more agitated. - I was backing home from work when it started to rain heavily. And one does not simply walk without fear in this kind of rain. So I decided to hide under the umbrella in front of the kebab spot. And then I saw him, looking at me, with a pinch of hostility and a handful of lust - as if I was a young goaty-toaty. And I had a roll and a wurst in my briefcase, hardworking day, you see. Standing there I took few quick bites. You should see his face… That was? them, I tell you, and this means WAR! It’s time to reveal our secret weapon...
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