From the Fire:

In the early nineties, my aunt who lives in Minsk, the sister of her husband from Germany sent along with other interests and tastes something wrapped in paper without inscriptions. Not a very large monolithic brush of this thing was white and in consistency resembled a good soap. My relatives thought it was the same. They wiped out of this bush pieces and put them in the bathroom and used as intended.

The only problem is that the soap didn’t shake. It smelled delicious, as if quietly dissolved in water, but did not shake. And the skin after him was strange, like clean, barley, but, what, sticky. “Well, fuck him,” my relatives thought, “maybe it should be so. Still a German stranger who knows them there."

What a surprise was it when aunt Lena came from Germany and saw that her gift was a great German white chocolate - crushed into pieces and tried to use as soap =))