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The bar is getting a lot of customers lately

[Volgin walks into the bar with a Johnny]

[He gets two drinks and hands one to him graciously, then sits down. He smiles.]

So. Come here often?

((Silly Volgin left the door open. Feel free to come in and save poor, unsuspecting

nanoless))

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Type ish important, tho. I thunk he'sh attr-att - kinda cute burt I cann stand how narci - narciss - into hisself he is.

But ish a good thin he hash you. Ish kinda touchin how musch you guys care aboutsh each othersh

He knows his value. There is nothing wrong with that.

[Volgin's eyes soften.]

I am very lucky man.

[Protesting.] I didn't shay he'sh a bad pershon. It's jusht not someshing I'd look for in a partners. He'sht one of my besht friendsh here otherwish.

That's good. Ahh, yourra good guy.

Youuuuuura not so bad yerself. [Grins stupidly and swigs down the last of his vodka, which was probably a bad idea.]

When did we get the caroushel?

Don't be foolish. It's not spinning.

[Volgin frowns.]

Only...swaying a little.

Ish too! [Tries to stand and nearly faceplants. He winds up putting his hands onto Volgin's shoulders to steady himself.]

I frink I'm a little s'drunksh.

[Volgin helps by putting his hands on his waist.]

You're.... you're drunk.

Yesh, yesh I am. [Leans into him heavily.]

I frink...I frink thish is bad.

[Volgin has a somewhat undignified drunk laugh.] What bad? Drunk's good.

Drunksh good. Drunksh here, not so good.

[Pales a little.]

I need to sit down.

[And does so.]

What wrong with here? Good place. Very good place. Like home, almost, now.

Long live the Motherland!

[downs another shot]

Nothink wrong with here jush dangerous plash is all. Thinksh about it a bit from my pershpesctive.

What dangerous? [thumps his chest] No one fuck with you with Colonel Volgin at your back!

Thish is true. You do tahke care of yourer own.

[Lays his head down on the table.]

I don't freel sho good.

Course I do.

You'll be fine. Vodka, is good for you. Strong Russian blood.

You callin me a lighter weight?

You are Russian by blood, yes?

Haft and fourth thirds, yeah. You sayin' shomethin bout it?

Then vodka can't hurt you.

If you shay sho.

[Slams his shot glass down.]

Fill hers hup!

[laughs] If not to drunk to pour your own, you can have more.

[Johnny takes that as a challenge and grabs for the bottle.]

[It is a challenge he is very stupid for taking.]

[Well, at least *some* of the vodka wound up in his glass.]

[That counts, right?]

[laughing] Does not count.

Alright, sho I'm privy drunk. Misshun accomplisheshed.

[Points a wobbly, accusatory finger at Volgin.]

That shwas the reashon you brought my shelf down here, right?

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