#soviet queunion

You're walking through the local No Frills. You glance at a can on the shelf, seemingly forgotten; the familiar No Name brand yellow label is slightly faded, and a bit torn at the edges. You turn it around, to read in its plain black text:

no name sans nom

             human flesh - la chair humaine              natural - naturel

You put the can back on the shelf. You look around nervously, you feel sweat on your brow. There's no one. The store feels too quiet. You reach for the can again.