Soviet Union 1991

(Third update)

After visiting the arms exhibition, it was naturally time for the Soviet banquet. This time, in order to entertain the Indian guests, we specially served Russian pig trotters, Russian vegetable soup, flame skewered chicken skewers, flame skewered lamb skewers, Moscow sausage, Peter meatloaf, grilled yogurt mushrooms, Roasted Russian potatoes, mushrooms, etc. Taking into account Indian food customs, the Soviet state banquet deleted the dish of beef skewers.

Even though they knew they were Hindus, the Soviets did not take wine off the menu, otherwise the whole party would have been boring. Of course, for Russians, the ultimate indispensable thing is the "Kremlin" brand vodka used to entertain distinguished guests at state banquets. This is a weapon on the Soviet table, and its lethality is no less than that of a 7.62 mm steel core. bomb.

When the wine was placed on the table, every Soviet Defense Ministry official sitting opposite the Indian official delegation showed a malicious smile. Like a hungry wolf staring at a fat sheep, the Indian official delegation felt uncomfortable all over. The non-drinking Ah Sans didn’t know that the following banquet would be a real nightmare.

The Ustinov Law was proposed by Marshal Ustinov of the Soviet Union. He believed that defeating the opponent at the wine table was the first step to gaining an absolute psychological advantage. This weird law still affects the top brass of the Soviet army and diplomat. The best move of the Soviet military delegation was to ask for high-strength soju to be served at the banquet, and then drink it in one gulp in front of the stunned hosts. Although there are many defense ministers and staff officials from other countries who are greedy for alcohol, the Indian delegation, who are most likely to be poor vegetarians, has never been exposed to alcoholic vodka drinks in their lives. It will kill them in minutes.

Sure enough, Indian Defense Minister Kapoor smiled awkwardly and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Minister Azov, we don't seem to drink much here."

"You are worrying too much, Minister Kapoor. There is a saying that you will know whether you can drink until you get used to it. If it is the kind of wine that cannot be ordered, we will not serve it. It is not what a man should drink. Is it true that Indian officials Are they all unmanly people?" Yazov deliberately provoked Kapoor and poured him a glass of wine. He raised it and said boldly, "Cheers in advance to the success of this transaction between the Soviet Union and India."

After all, the Indian delegation was stunned. Azov drank it all in one gulp. They have never seen anyone drink high-alcohol alcohol as casually as plain water.

"Since Minister Azov drank it all in one gulp, I reluctantly had a drink." Kapur smiled awkwardly, poured a glass reluctantly, and then held his nose and drank it forcefully. The strong alcohol flowed down the river, burning his tongue. It ferments in the esophagus and finally in the stomach, turning into a rush of heat that rushes to the head. Kapoor was knocked down by the unexpected drunkenness and almost lost his balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, he held on to the table with one hand and kept himself from falling.

"Your attitude is not good, Minister Kapoor. You will have to punish yourself with three glasses of wine." Seeing Kapoor's unsatisfactory performance, Yazov said. Although he is old, he has the spirit of the vodka nation. Still there, he filled three glasses of strong vodka in front of Kapoor. Said, "Well, to be fair, how about I drink three cups and you drink three cups?"

Perhaps because he was aroused by Azov's slighting, Kapoor, who wanted to lose no one but not lose, also filled three glasses of strong vodka and said fiercely, "It's up to you, Minister Azov. Drink as much as you want. Cup. I’ll drink as many cups as I can!”

The accompanying official wanted to admonish Kapoor, but he was rejected by the other party. He said firmly, "You don't need to say anything. This has nothing to do with the country, it is purely a competition between two men."

Seeing that the other party had stepped into his trap, Azov smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank three glasses in succession.

After Kapoor finished his third drink, he started to put his hands on the table and fell unconscious. The scene in front of him became a bit overlapping. But as soon as the alcohol got to his head, he yelled at the Soviet military officials. "Come, come again, it won't be enough. Let me tell you that there are Indians who can drink."

"Okay." The surrounding Soviet Ministry of Defense officials were all cheering. Under Yazov's signal, they all toasted to the officials of the Indian Ministry of Defense delegation. There was a way of making them drunk. The law has a foothold in domestic politics. When the Indian delegation saw that the Minister of Defense was working so hard, they all became upset and started drinking with Soviet officials.

But how could they be opponents of the Russians who had never been accustomed to strong alcohol? The courage of the Indians seemed a bit tragic and decisive in Yazov's eyes.

Azov was still blushing after drinking. This time he simply threw away the cup, picked up a bottle of vodka, shook it in front of Kapoor, and shouted loudly, "Let's do this, Minister of Defense. I'll drink a bottle of vodka, How about you drink ten glasses of wine?”

"Okay, no problem." Kapoor, who was shaken by the alcohol, laughed, completely unaware that his ten glasses of vodka were already one and a half bottles. After ten cups, Kapoor was completely knocked down, and few other Indian delegation members could stand up again. Either he was holding a chair and vomiting, or he fell to the ground unconscious.

Although Yazov was a little drunk, he still had fighting power after all. Looking at a group of guys who fell to the ground, he said sarcastically, "I want to challenge the Russians' drinking capacity with just this amount. These Indians really don't know." Life or death."

"It seems that we Soviets will have the upper hand in tomorrow's arms sales negotiations." Yanaev walked into the banquet hall and said happily while looking at the messy scene.

"These guys are useless. I can still drink at least a dozen cups in this state." Yazov, who was drunk, shouted at Yanaev. He shook the bottle in his hand and joked, "You really should award a Red Star Medal to our 'Kremlin' vodka. This brand has made so many contributions to us at the wine table."

"Drink less, Comrade Yazov. You and I are both old people." Yanaev frowned slightly and kindly reminded that he didn't want to die from various diseases caused by alcohol like other Russians. At least Russia now can't do without him.

"I can still drink, Comrade Yanaev." Yazov finally couldn't stand steadily, sat down on the chair, and said a little nonsense, "I can still fight, as long as the motherland needs my stomach." (To be continued.)