Trading on Mount Titans
Climbing to the top of the mountain of Titans, I passed among many shops. Near one of them, a graceful blonde called me. Coming closer, he noticed that the person was somewhat older than it seemed from afar. She spoke Russian clearly, but I didn’t feel a compatriot in her, I decided that she was from the Baltic states, or maybe from somewhere else?
The lady enthusiastically told me about local habits in terms of coffee, wines and other things, then offered to taste the popular, especially in southern Italy, limoncello drink in different versions. He was familiar to me, but I did not refuse to try the proposed varieties - I had to think about souvenirs, the drink is quite suitable for this, although there is no need to talk about the bouquet, in fact it is an analogue of our mash, although on a completely different basis (tincture on lemon crusts). Limoncello is supposed to be consumed very chilled, but it was poured for me, as it was - at room temperature. In a tall narrow glass, just for a couple of sips, I did not expect any intoxication. However, when the blonde chirped incessantly as she poured from another bottle, I felt a little "floating".
I recalled a case with a friend who once with his friend came into our wine glass, where they had a glass and... collapsed in the nearest park! Despite the fact that the acquaintance is a former boxer, and his friend is a retired commando! Each had about a centner of live weight, but they fell off one cup! Obviously, there was something superfluous in the glass!
I didn't say goodbye very politely to the kind lady, who seemed to think she had already swindled me into buying a few bottles of dubious liquor, and hurried out into the air. It's good that I didn't linger, I bounced back after half an hour of being in the fresh air at the very top of a dwarf state with duty-free trade and a wide selection of fakes.
