From now on, I will be eating with Soviet forks and spoons.

For my birthday present, I got a set of Soviet cutlery. That was a while ago, and several months later, the present has been delivered to me by post.

It was designed around the time when I was born and made several years later, when USSR was collapsing.

Notice the hurried workmanship in the packaging. It was made and arranged as if the world was about to end. The spoon in the middle is a bit broken. The stickers are not even lined up properly. It doesn’t matter. It had to be made, even though Soviet Union didn’t really care anymore.

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