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A small pub near Fludoscarr.

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our country is, as always, on fire.
I'm riding the electric train, we stop, and I see the train driver running out of the cabin and jogging towards the station. Two minutes later, he returns with a flask. What the...
What's he supposed to do? He sits there, drives straight ahead on the rails, there's nothing else to do. Sometimes he stops or talks to the dispatcher. That's all the work there is.
So why not have a little drink? Just don't overdo it, you're not hauling firewood.
Первый, кто был забанен за Правду.