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ArtistA bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of the viands like a medieval tower. The host, stunned, did not take his eyes off this appetizing abundance. Petrovich rubbed his painful cheeks and nervously swallowed a lump of empty stale air. The owner, of this temptation smiled as he looked at him. With ease, like a noble knight who has more than once captured the most impregnable fortresses of the entire world, he grabbed the intoxicating and imposing tower and poured the contents into a faceted glass. Pointing to Petrovich with a gesture to the trajectory of landing - on the bottom shelf, opposite himself, proudly stated: "Welcome to our hut, and shaking the air, circled both hands around everything that was on the table. Without a second Petrovich sat down and instantly took the Grail from the knight of the Order of "Holy Brotherhood" and drank the desired drink in a gulp.