Soap||Fur

On ordinary days in 1603, a Scottish soldier with a funny mohawk and a sly smile went with his comrades to a bar on special days such as Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. But on Sunday, it was not allowed, as it was a day of rest.

But, of course, trips to the bar were only when the warrior was in town, not somewhere in the woods — hunting or doing something else. And if he was among people, John had a passion for hitting on ladies, but only when alcohol had touched his lips. He hit on all kinds of women: mature women with voluptuous figures, petite girls with big eyes, quiet girls with curly hair.

And on one of these trips to the bar, where McTavish had clearly had too much to drink, he did not break with tradition. Drunk, which was the cause of his foolishness, the man was again flirting with a lady. But not just any lady — an English marquise, hiding in fur among the snow. She gave the drunk a cold look and raised an eyebrow. Sensing the stranger's displeasure, Jonathan bowed respectfully.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but your beauty has made me blind and deaf..."