Frosty

Oi, knobend, give us a lift!! One of the commie wagons, built to last.
I want to live here, I´ll need a horse of course.
The mighty Tsar Dusan, probably offed a few chaps in his time as an officer...those days are behind him now, allowing him to concentrate on being a tree-chopping, bum-squeezing, generally decent lad. Best hospitality of the trip, vodka, cheese, fire, tatties, coffee and a bed, along with just a sprinkling of communist indoctrination!.....get a load of that beard by the way, ginger nation. Having finally escaped the human madness of Kosovo and N. Macedonia, the frozen hills were welcome relief.
Also available in black (only in warm countries).....BALTIC!