Lt. Vsevolod Andreyevich Molotov was a man of cocktails. The dull and rainy days during the defense of the fortress Orenburg - when Pugačovljevi Cossacks successfully rejected - is vodka mixed with black and white Russian currants and purple crushed blueberries. Pheromones sweaty, dirty non-commissioned officers, far from polished St Petersburg military school, most are in turn appreciate the harsh, immature male cocktail with blackberries that Molotov collected under a special type of fern that grew just to the west. Beat gently market cafe and lovingly fruits market cafe taiga in galvanized tees and skillfully adding barley malt instead of Russia unknown brown sugar. Vodka samogonke in turn were plentiful until around the fort were peasants who, terrified by imperial decree banning the production samogonke, donated soldiers barrels breathable drinks in exchange market cafe for silence. In early autumn, Lord 1773rd, a Molotov cocktail osmjeli to make a life for her daughter commander of the fort, Nastasja Ivanovna, market cafe whose maiden of his curls carelessly nook behind the small, pink ears dizzy. Carefully is the most mature and days collecting berries and cool in the shack softest vodka flavors, one of which was burned taste buds enough to convey the fire in waves throughout the body. He decided to add a secret ingredient, a single gram of powder cannon đuleta, just one gram, which separated him from Nastasjinog heart. Gunpowder will forever burn her breasts, he prayed as he separated the lightest grains and adding them bulging raspberries ... The fire lasted for a short time. Wooden buckets of water from a well in the center of the fortress soldiers were quickly put out the flames unusual color raspberry Molotovljevoj shack. Since his body was not even koske not pramička, just as it is vaporized along with the softest vodka flavors. Raspberries market cafe and gunpowder created, izgorivši cuddled, smell like precious market cafe incense market cafe Constantinople who after days of invisible floating fortress room air. Nastasja Ivanovna the rest of his life swore he'd never felt anything better.
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