High-proof spirits are extremely popular with Russian fishermen, so every fishing boat setting out from Alaska makes sure to bring along a case of hard liquor.
In return, Alaskan fishermen can often get some great stuff from their Russian counterparts—things like specialty seafood rarely found in these waters, or even weapons like AK-47s.
Alvin proudly continued to explain the crab's origins. "Boss, this Red King Crab weighs a full sixteen kilograms. It's the biggest one I've ever seen in my crabbing career. I had to trade a case of glacier vodka to get it from Old Ivan."
"Didn't you just say three cases? How'd it suddenly become one?" Feng Shan asked teasingly, a playful smile on his face.
"Did I?" Having let it slip, Alvin feigned amnesia, quickly waving his hands. "That's not important. What's important is that this Red King Crab is a full sixteen kilograms."
Sixteen kilograms.
'That's over thirty-five pounds.'
