Once a descendant of a noble Tatar family, Prince Yusupov, invited a pastor from the people to his after-party: a certain Grigori Rasputin. Why at the after-party? Because Yusupov was embarrassed at the party itself. Redneck, you know. If he gets drunk, shooting will start, and we will have to call the police.

"I won't come," Rasputin unexpectedly refused. "What should I do there?"

"My wife will be there," Yusupov persuaded.

"Well, if a wife will," Rasputin agreed, "then I'll come."

That means he came. And Yusupov put him in a separate room in the basement. Therefore, the music from the disco is barely audible. In addition, let's treat Rasputin to cakes. Naturally poisoned. Why? Hard to tell. East is a delicate matter.

"Why don't I like cakes?" Rasputin complained. "I won't do it again."

"Eat, eat," Yusupov persuaded. "My wife baked it herself."

"Well, if a wife did it," Rasputin agreed, "then I will."

And he ate, but without any visible damage to his health.

In general, Yusupov deceived. He didn't call his wife but called his friends. There was a fight, shooting, and police. Rasputin was actually found in an ice hole. It turned out that he choked. All had a blast. So there is something to remember. All still remember it. Books are written, films are made.

What is the moral? Sweets at night are harmful.

Traditionally: THE STORY, ALL NAMES, CHARACTERS, AND INCIDENTS PORTRAYED IN THIS PRODUCTION ARE FICTITIOUS!

In the photo (page header) Prince Yusupov. Everyone saw Rasputin anyway. Yes, and at night it is harmful.