Sacred Haven of Debauchery

you're just a child. I didn't understand it either when I was a kid, when they suggested it.

The Soviets have a habit of throwing everything they can scrape together from every corner into the pan, just to make it hearty. There's nothing to be proud of here, especially not with those watery, acidic, disgusting tomatoes that are falling apart, with their skin bursting and seeds smeared all over the surface.