Meet Boris & Smedley!
They met in a grimy cut-throat bar
somewhere between Vladivostock & Shanghai
in the bitter winter
of 1932,
and they have been passing this old Red Army flask
back & forth ever since.
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How they ended up in my dugout
is another story . . . Suffice it to say
they keep
a good close eye on
everyone who drops by.
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Boris is particularly suspicious
of
casual visitors.
He has just spotted you
on the other side of your
computer screen.
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Comrade! Come in, come in, step into the light!
What is your business here? Don't you know
this is
a restricted area?
Only the damned & demented
are
permitted here!
Where are your papers?
What!!?
You left them at home?~~
you idiot!! But never mind,
how much cash are you carrying?
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