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[hr][h1][color=7B5FD4]Viktor Polzinov[/color][/h1][/center]
[color=7B5FD4]"Sure,"[/color] Viktor scoffed, wiping out the inside of the umpteenth shot glass of the night while he eyed down the lonely old entrepreneur who came in here every other day to drown his sorrows in shots of Jamison. [color=7B5FD4]"I believe everything you are conveying to me, Ed,"[/color] he continued, words dripping thick with sarcasm. The drunk man, Ed, could never tell that Viktor was being sarcastic, so he always did his complaining to Viktor, who really didn't care enough to cut him off. Ed could cry and tell Viktor everything that ever happened to him. Work would get done without a slow down.

Viktor looked at the wall, watching the clock move with a snail pace. This was gonna be a long, boring, typical night. He could feel it. Especially with the rain slowing business. It was better than miles of snow, he supposed, but he'd rather be home if it was going to rain at all. He could watch the rain on his window and let his boys sleep on his chest in his dark apartment, let some music play in the background or something. Some self-care, y'know? But that wasn't how it happened anymore.

Sighing, Viktor poured ol' Ed another glass, half listening to him bitch about his younger sister marrying his best friend. Considering the emptiness of the bar, he considered pouring himself a shot or two, but figured that wouldn't make the time pass any faster. If only something would happen to jazz up the old bar. Or even just Viktor's night.