Valentina gazed around the seedy neighborhood bar. Now that it was dark, the evening shift workers from the local plant would soon stumble in, seeking liquid relief from the bottles of vodka that lined the wall. They knew when they eventually arrived home, their wives would berate them for having spent their precious wages on alcohol when the necessities of everyday life – bread, meat, gasoline, and clothing –were rationed and only found in abundant supply on the expensive black market. Yet another reason the weary husbands chose to linger at their watering hole. Despite the propaganda circulated to the outside world, life in the Soviet Union was a bleak and dreary existence, made bearable only by vodka, the lifeblood of the working man. But Valentina’s lifeblood was not that clear, tasteless liquid but rather the sapid, crimson fluid that flowed through their veins. She frequented the squalid establishments for the same reason they did: it was the best place in town to get a drink.
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