A Vodka Comedy; A Tourist’s Encounter with Vodka in Moscow by F.G Baker Harry woke up, vodka enhanced, to the sound of a woman screaming at close quarters. He did not understand how the screaming was related to the rather intimate scene he was dreaming about with the slender, blond Aeroflot stewardess, who had shed a portion of her flame red uniform and revealed red lace panties with a hammer and sickle pattern on them. Her “Da! Da!” had metamorphosed into the shill complaint of the young woman whose bed he now appeared to occupy. He did not understand her Russian but realized that something was wrong and she thought that he was the cause of that concern.Read More