A bit Soviet?
My grandad told me he was in Stalingrad with his comrades, building bombs from scratch with scraps and drinking vodka, and he was a tad cad since he liked books more than chats, so he had to go back to his flat and grab a notepad and tap his pen like a mad lad on the ironclad when it's dark because of bad window glass. That's why I'm glad when I write on Wattpad with my iPad next to my cat in my flat.
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