Here is a story about how one man learned its meaning the hard way. The Great Rakia Heist
Stoyan walked out of his shed holding a small, weathered object. He handed it to Ivan with a straight face. na_teslata_drzkata
Ivan looked down at his hand. He wasn't holding a bottle of rakia. He wasn't even holding his tool. He was holding a smooth, broken, useless piece of timber. "What is this?" Ivan sputtered. Here is a story about how one man
"Stoyan is old and forgets things," Ivan whispered to his cat. "I’ll offer to help him prune his trees for free. While I’m up there, I’ll pocket the best fruit, and he’ll be so grateful he might even give me a bottle of the finished product." I’ll pocket the best fruit