[Revolting cat!]

In Mother Russia, during those global warming Syberian winters, the street corner kiosks which sell keychains, hair spray, two ruble perfumes, cigs and matches, souvenirs, tchochkis, fresh copies of Pravda and Isviestia, as well beverages such as beer, they’ll serve you hot beer with a raw egg and (optional) shot of raspberry juice in it. (Or they did at one time.)

[a fool in paradise]

I respect my beer too much.