Thank you to Scott Roche for the Idea on this one.
In the early 90's Jennifer lost the love of her life. He hadn't died or got to jail, he had left her. It broke her heart. She knew he was the man for her. Now in a desperate attempt to find him, she found herself in the 5th night club of the night. Her Russian was bad, so she did her best to ignore the bouncer on the way in. Her translator has told her that there was a tribute band playing here tonight, but the tiny spot they used as a stage was still dark. She wormed her way to the bar and ordered what pasted for beer here. It was safer than drinking the water. In the post Soviet Russian underground world of hair tribute bands, some times even the beer was not safe.
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