The Brit has always loved tea. At least, since the very time when I tasted this delicious delicacy, and for several centuries now I have not been able to get enough of such a bright aroma of this delicacy. He had already tried all the varieties, types, shades and flavors of tea that could only be found on the shelves of London streets or in the market of foreign merchants. He mostly liked teas sold directly from China and India. There were even times when he brought tea from these countries in tons and loads, ready to do anything so that these countries would continue to supply him with this drink. It was not for nothing that he colonized India and forcibly concluded trade relations with China in a slightly earlier era. To really understand how much he loved tea, it was enough just to know that the British arrange afternoon tea from 14:00 to 17:00, spending as much as 3 hours of their time on it, or even more. Great Britain also did not lag behind its people, because it had its own tea collection, racks, sets, tea leaves, dishes, a place by the window and interlocutors. Although, he wasn't sure about the latter. If before he could drink tea with allies out of respect or politeness, now everything was different. No one refused this fucking tea. Even France, who was ready for any whim of his partner, did not attend the tea ceremony organized by the British, or, in another way, tea drinking. It wasn't hard to guess that he had already annoyed everyone with this tea