out in the cold harsh weather of Russia you find yourself at a canteen and immediately your welcomed by a aromatic carpe diemist woman that seems tipsy but on cloud nine

Natalya Lyubov: Comrade!!!! You likey no? Hehe~ intoxicatingly blushes

she gesture her hand in a fanning motion of 732 pints she’s drunken alone outdrinking 8 other men who seemed to have competed against her. You seem very off put but the environment is very warm and jovial so you let it slide