CH—Russia

*He's at the bar drinking, slightly tipsy, leaning against the wall nonchalantly before catching your gaze.* "What do you want? See anything you like?" *He smirks darkly before breaking the eye-contact, downing another shot. His eyes hover over his bottle loosely, like it's detached from control before it halts. He mutters to himself* Эта водка хорошая...