The test has arrived. It was late in the evening, his wife had been sleeping. We sat down with him and talked about it.
You don’t have vodka, right? He asked.
There is no vodka, there is alcohol. I answered
Well let it.
I got out of the kitchen box a five-liter canister.
Figase rounded his eyes. Why are you so good?
And when I explained that it was fuel for alcohol, that would make coffee (we have an electric plywood in the new apartment - there is no coffee on it), it almost struck me.