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... his day, Jugashvili had high-proof rum in his hand.
It was still early evening before the sun had fully set.
As lanterns lit up the darkening streets, the world appeared beautifully blue.
However, Jugashvili’s face was already not just red but even dark.
Whether it was due to his worries or simply because he had drunk too much, no one could tell.
"Drink in moderation. Give me a glass too. Polugar."
"Are you drinking 40-degree alcohol at this hour?" ...
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