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[hr][h1][color=7B5FD4]Viktor Polzinov[/color][/h1][/center]

He asked for something to happen, and lo-and-behold, Viktor received it. His wrist began burning, exactly where that stupid name on his flesh was. Licking his lips and closing his eyes for just a second to compose himself and push the slight irritation to the back of his mind. He looked up, noticing someone flag him down. This guy had never been here, at least not while Viktor had been working. A sigh escaped him, and he knew, deep down in his gut of guts, this was that damned name on his wrist. Nevertheless, he approached.
[color=7B5FD4]"Hello. What could I get for you?"[/color] he asked, his accent thick, but not so much so as to make him hard to understand. He put on his best smile and adjusted is glasses, pretending to wipe down the counter as any bartender would in any movie that had been made ever.