Residents of Spirov can’t figure it out without a bottle, but it’s not its contents that worries them ... N and the factory made the bottle. Vodka, cognac, beer. Bordeaux, Slavic feast, Imperial, Kazenka, Pozyomka, Tsarevka, Sovereign's order... In fact, these are many, many bottles, but the factory workers think in a single number - Bottle. She is their penny, their food. They don’t need much, they never had much.