Meet Boris & Smedley!
They met in a grimy cut-throat bar
somewhere between Vladivostock & Shanghai
in the bitter winter
and they have been passing this old Red Army flask
back & forth ever since.
How they ended up in my dugout
is another story . . . Suffice it to say
a good close eye on
everyone who drops by.
Boris is particularly suspicious
He has just spotted you
on the other side of your
Comrade! Come in, come in, step into the light!
What is your business here? Don't you know
a restricted area?
Only the damned & demented
Where are your papers?
You left them at home?~~
you idiot!! But never mind,
how much cash are you carrying?