And even if this village beauty is never Little Red Riding Hood, she also goes to her grandmother, because she has moonshine not only for sale, but also for guests. The path is far from close, and if it were not for the city Kent in a wheelbarrow, who picked up a nice one for thanks, it would be shove and shove for her. Well, for such gratitude it is not a sin to take it in your mouth and get cancer. This is exactly how the chiska thanks the good city dweller.
