In Russia, or anywhere in the world for that matter, losing a drink is a kin to losing a close friend. Unfortunately, a lot of souls were lost on this day. The sadness starts at about the :50 mark.
Comrades down! Comrades down! It’s a good thing every Russian household is required to have a minimum of 3 months worth of vodka stocked for situations like this. Feel bad mostly for the worker who spent all that time making sure the display looked perfect. Going to feel even more bad for him when the KGB sends him and his family to a Secret Prison for being partially responsible for this disaster.