At the terribly rural, globally forgotten in time discotheque :)

Two people, in the fog, drink cognac from cups (from where, nak???!!!Inspired by Aramis’s “Before the Thunder, the Roses So Smell...” from the “Three Musketeers,” who themselves order for the fifteenth time, rolling into nowhere.

1st Would you like to boil your winter roses?
2nd Cardinal, bleat, where is the winter in Paris this summer?! to

P.S Cherokee, shit, everyone is crying