The story of the “time to love has come.”

Five years ago, there was such a beer, called "Good". Hard, in my opinion.

And it was in two options: light and dark.

And here, on Monday, at five o’clock in the morning, I go to the electric car, I approach the

I go to the tent and say, “Please give me the ‘Good,’ the light.”

The insane look of the sleeping saleswoman, I realize the ambiguity

and phrases. Slowly, he added, “Two bottles...”