Nikita was gloomy because he desperately wanted some vodka, and the only other thing that could satisfy his craving was tea, which no one has yet given him.
Finally, carefully pouring his tea into the saucer, he began warming his fingers, perpetually swollen from hard work, in the steam. Then, biting off a tiny bit of sugar, he bowed to his hosts, saying "Your health", and sucked up the warm drink.
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