Feeling, so, I don’t know… deliciously Soviet. Like a wandering tourist who’s accidentally stumbled into Chernobyl and is now surrounded by all these terribly macabre-looking, pale-faced, chain-smoking, unshaven unemployed nouveau Bolsheviks.
Sometimes I think my head may very well be filled almost entirely by lots and lots of finely shredded cabbage.
(N.B. For anyone genuinely concerned, intoxication level mild)