It wouldn't be mankind, though, if there wasn't a person coveting for mammon and his own happiness (can we call it like 
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this?) at the expense of the rest. You want to know his name? Of course - Hovmaz. This miscreant, fueled by an envious 
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covet of his black heart, decided to teminate the happiness of the mankind, himself having his soul thoroughly filled with 
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worms, bile and bubbling mud. He built a huge empire of illegal alcohol producers on the remains of KGB, gone Russian 
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intelligence service. By means of unimaginable bribes he became the ruler of Moscow and soon gained the monopoly over 
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alcohol production in the entire Russia. However that was not enough for him. He aimed to destroy everything that 
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Becherovka achieved and didn't hesitate to use the most insidious tools.
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He supplied the world with alcohol loaded with the most brutal spirit burned from rotten beet, for hundred years stored in 
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the inexhaustible Siberian granaries. Consequently, he loaded this abomination with sewage from numerous chemical 
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factories all over Russia. It was so awful that one single sip could devastate all the person's cells of taste, similar 
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malignancies happened to one's brain. Hovmaz was successful in Russia, local people were used to drink whatever they 
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find. That explains his overwhelming success there with such a filth. And he wanted more. Europe was next on the list and 
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then: the whole world. He wouldn't stop. Right now he is spreading his stinky wings of spirit over the Old continent and 
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people have no idea what an apocalypse is coming.
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While the disgusting alcohol unseenly penetrates  world markets, Becherovka walks the way of success. It is awarded the 
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best drink of the world for the 123rd time in 123 years that the World Tasting Competition takes place. It's time to cross 
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european borders; up to now habitual modesty (needless to say that idle) kept Becherovka inside. Who is the right person 
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to cope with the task, though? No place for mistakes - with the black creature Hovmaz mounted and riding towards 
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alcoholic doom. It's necessary to choose wisely and deliberately, the managers of Becherovka know, too much is at stake. 
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And this way happened that what is only going to happen.
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Hopefully this important task will be successfully finished and evil will be defeated. Hopefully mankind will realize one day 
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how invaluable Becherovka is. Hopefully thanks to you.