"I see," said yuri, as he came closer to voltus' face to inspect him, feeling his pulse and checking his breath, "you very lucky volty," he said critically, inspecting the large mans wound, "you lost much blood, maybe 2 litre.", Yuri hobbled over to a small cabinet in the corner if the room and opened it's doors, from it he pulled a bottle of vodka, a rag and a sewing kit, he returned to voltus and held the bottle to his lips, "drink fool, for pain.", voltus wrapped his lips around the bottle and gulped down what must have been half the bottle at a remarkable speed, "alcoholic." said yuri light heartedly as he applied some of the stiff drink to the rag and wiped the wound, "bloody alcoholic."