One winter evening in 1982, in Naples, Italy, I was drinking in a bar, drinking screwdrivers made with vodka that said "Product of U.S.S.R." on the label. I stepped out of the bar and started toward the harbor where I could get on a boat back to my ship, the Nimitz. That's all I remember. Lucky for me, I woke up in my bunk on the ship, but I don't remember how I got there.
And that's the last time I drank vodka.
That is why we in Poland do not drink Russian vodkas, you never know what is inside!