In some county city of M, in the old Soviet times, beer was sold for spill from fermented barrels.
The seller of a newly deployed barrel was attacked by an intelligent-looking uncle with a question
“How much do you want for a barrel of beer?” The representative of the Soviet trade named the amount, taking into account the lost profit, received the money and dropped it.
An intelligent man began to summon the suffering and to give free beer to everyone.
Ten minutes later, the morbidity began.
The arriving army of the militia bound the especially beaten and active, at the same time asking the intelligent uncle "What fucking."
“You see, young people, I’m very old and I obviously won’t live to communism. I really wanted to see how it would be.”