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Artist- There was a little space between the first and the second, Kesha sang along like a ditty in a chant. Then followed a second silent volley of heavy alcoholic artillery. After that there was harmony in the compartment. Harmony of the two companions. They were the only ones in the compartment who understood each other without words. They became kindred spirits to each other, like siblings who were always near each other, both by happiness and by misfortune. With a solemn march their stomachs were filled with exquisite hot drinks. The coveted cognac sealed the bonds of brotherhood with strong chains. At that moment the earth had not yet seen such brotherhood, such faithful and strong friendship. Cognac, like top-quality cement, concreted their harmony. In all the world one could not find that Ilya Muromets, who would be able to break the friendly chains bound by the green Georgian serpent.
