Saint Petersburg.
Tarta opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, and reached out to the bedside to grab a bottle of wine, but the weight in his hand told him the bottle was already empty. So he casually tossed the bottle aside, yawned, and looked at the sun outside the window.
After sitting drowsily for a while, Tarta jumped out of bed and casually threw on a coat that smelled foul. Feeling that it was time to wash the clothes, he took off the coat he had put on, tossed it onto the sofa, and picked up a short-sleeved T-shirt. However, upon finding the T-shirt smelled even worse, he sighed and retrieved the coat he had discarded, putting it back on.
Walking through the litter of glass bottles and trash, Tarta left his apartment and stepped onto the sunlit street, heading toward the nearest convenience store.
After purchasing four bottles of vodka and two large loaves of bread, Tarta began his way home. He stopped when he passed the newsstand at the street corner.
