This was a wine cup made of metal. Its surface had already turned mouldy throughout the centuries. It had an engraving of King David from the bible and layered with a hairy fur cover; giving it a primitively bleak smell and a look of simple elegance.
Sheyan had seen this sort of wine cup in the real world before. Normally, it was used by russians to contain their spirited vodka. They reckoned that enjoying a cup of refined by age alcohol in the icy cold weather, beside the satisfying shore, on the balcony beneath the enshrouding twilight of the setting sun, was a sort of blissfulness. Even though it could be an ordinary kind of alcohol, pouring it into the small wine cup gave it an enhanced and flavourful taste. Maybe, this sort of flavour contained life’s boredom, pleasure, refined and warmth factor. It also added a grand feeling of unyielding chill.
