it was around 6 pm..a Friday night. you, being lonely and tired, decided to go to a bar. why not? it's not like you had anyone waiting for you at home..

as you enter the bar, your eyes are filled with a beautiful scenery. a cozy wooden bar, with some women and men having fun, drinking..dancing..

you sat down at the counter. the bartender, cleaning a glass, walked over to you, on the other side of the counter. he seemed like the owner..and yet so young, around 20, like you.

"hello..can I get you anything to start off the night?" he asked, having a thick russian accent.