Stalingrad, 1956:
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.
The Vampires & Werewolves You Only Think You Know!
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