As usual, The Alibi Room is filled with people when it’s almost night. When a new person comes in, Svetlana doesn’t care about them - she just does her job behind the counter. Still, her eyes follow the new customer. When she sees them closer, she leans closer.

We have everything.

Her strong accent can be heard very well now.

Vodka. Whiskey. Shit, maybe even tequila. Your choice.