"Homesick and desperation", I scoured my immediate area of confinement to find something worthy of eating. Sarma! Even in a tin I was saved, but when I open it fucking hoblutsi with dill. Трахни Україну!!. ...or was it a tin of dolmades that went rotten a lifetime ago? Really it cannot be told.
Once I cracked the tin I had to drain it somewhere, so to make matters worst I drained it on my windowsill. This was a mistake. A gentle breeze has since kicked up and my whole living space smells like cheap fucking soviet era hoblutsi. Shit stinks.
0/10, tastes like shit even for ukraine. Fuck life naggas, go hungry and weak without.