Gao Yi came upon invitation.
Although Russia is vast, hotel rooms in Moscow are quite small. With five people in the room, it already feels crowded. When Gao Yi arrived, space had to be squeezed out for six.
There weren't enough chairs. A small round table was set between two single beds, and people could sit on both beds. There were also two chairs, the outermost one reserved for Gao Yi.
On the small round table were a box of grilled meat, a large bowl of vegetables, and a bag of green boiled edamame packed in a plastic bag.
The drink was baijiu, not vodka. Four paper cups were laid out, and the rest were cans of beer piled up on the bed, to be taken and drunk as needed.
The beer was from Qingdao, and the baijiu was Baijiu.
Gao Yi had never drunk in this manner in his entire life.
He had never drunk like this; he wasn't allowed to drink when he was young, and when he grew up, he never drank in such tough conditions.
