Inside of Moskva's cheapest pub, two friends were having a drinking competition.
"HAHAHAAAA"
"You think that you can win against me !!! "
"YOU !!!"
"With your weak french liver. " Said Sergej he leaned closer to his friend.
"HEEEYY are you listening to meee?"
Sergej and Charles were drinking buddies ever since they both got drunk during a school trip to Leningrad.
"Weak weak liver guy, are you listening to me, hic?"
"Just so you know you can never beat this pureblood Slav," said Sergej while spitting
"You can nev.... thud"
"hehe, so weak french liver won't be able to beat you huh. Who 's laughing now "
"Alright, bud get up we need to go home."
Said Charles while thinking about a soft bed that will help him relax after a long day.
Unfortunately, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of a drunken creature that was lying on the table.
"Get up come on, GET UP!!"
Sergej: ZZZZZZZ
Charles: -_-
"GET THE FUCK UP!!!"
Two friends stumbled through Moskva's streets while singing Katusa. Then it struck them like lighting from the sky, a genius idea suddenly emerged in their heads, they are going to compete who can swim longer in Moskva[1].
Next day they were found by police. Dead.
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It was dark night man could neither see the moon nor the stars. The Spirits city was as always turbulent, drunkards wandered streets, moaning would come from the red city district, only lord's manor was quiet, well except for one room.
"Push darling push it's almost there"
.. plop...
.. plop...
"Mister and Misses Xi I congratulate you to receiving your long-awaited heirs"
Both boys opened their eyes looked around the room then at each other surprise and astonishment written all over their faces then they started to cry
[1]River going through Moskva is called Moskva