"Un calciu cu unirea", said the disheveled vagrant, with a look of pure determination and anger on his barely visible face, hidden beneath the dirt and dust he, sadly, has to call home. The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, but followed the man's request without hesitation. As he was holding the calciu over an empty paper cup, the shopkeeper realised what the strange request of the vagrant. "Cu unirea? Un calciu cu unirea?" exclaimed the owner, as if he wanted to check if the odd appeal was truly real.

The vagrant confirmed: "Da, calciu cu unirea", without any kind of hesitation. Curious about what would happen, the shopkeeper muffled to himself "N-am mai vazut asa comanda". After a long pause, as to convince himself what he was doing was the right thing, he accepted the request: "Hai, totusi fie". Hesitantly pouring the Unirea over the calciu pill, the owner dared to ask the vagrant if he would like anything else, but there was only one thing the client desired. As if he wanted to keep the owner guessing, he smugly responded:

"Atat, deocamdata. Poate vin mai tarziu si mai comand iara". Fear enveloped the shopkeeper's body as he held the strange concoction forward. Searching for a speck of doubt in the vagrants request, he asked if the calciu pill he dropped in the Unirea was good, but the vagrant responded almost instantly that it was indeed good. As a last resort, the owner stated the levels of alcohol inside the Unirea, wanting to scare off the poor man that was going to take a sip out of this vile drink, but once again the vagrant proved more than ready to take up on this challenge. As he was stirring the foul mixture, he mocked the shopkeeper once again, mumbling words of enthusiasm and mocking the poor shopkeeper, who remained speechles and terrified at the sight he had witnessed...

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