He disappeared behind a curtain the back of the room, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I saw that two tables had been pushed together in the middle of the room to seat six. The room could have probably only held twenty people at the most. The delicious smells coming from the back made a most unladylike growl erupt from my stomach.
Henry chuckled. “Remember I told you Supra means feast? They will have prepared enough for dozens, so don’t be surprised.”
“I feel like I could eat enough for dozens. What’s chacha?”
“Have you had samogon?”
I winced. Moonshine. “Is it strong?”
“It is. If you’d prefer, just drink the first toast and tell him that traveling has worn you out. He won’t take offense.”
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