It so happened that my once flourishing town came the war. When you Wake up and fall asleep to the sounds of cannon fire, comes the realization that every day could be your last. And life is still beautiful, and we need to arrange a small celebration. For this purpose, as well as possible, came šajbočka of brie left in the fridge from better times. Keep a bottle of "Kindzmarauli" is also the need has disappeared, so you'll have a feast...