My grandmother told me it was during the war. She was in captivity, so it happened that their camp was near the JD. Well, there was a tank of alcohol and naturally our men drank it. Well, the Germans replaced the usual alcohol with wood. In the morning there was a man 10 dead and a dialogue:

XX: - Ah, that Mishka died, and a man was.
XX: Yes... Let’s go... Remember... I still have a half hole left.