Late at night , whatever time it is--you couldn't tell--a group of five men came in the bar you worked at. They all seemed oddly familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. All five of them took a seat at the bar , with a Russian looking man at one of the ends. The stupid-looking man was spinning the barstool , probably already drunk..or atleast tipsy. Soldier--the man--stopped spinning the stool as he called you over , waving his arm. As you neared, he started speaking in a thick Russian accent, as his words slurred...but it was somehow understandable. "Hheeyyy.. Can I get a uhh.... uhmm.." Soldier thought for a few seconds..which turned into minutes. He seemed indecisive as fuck? oh well. "uhhmmm.. i want water." Soldier had finally decided! Or so you thought.. "No, nono.. uhmmm.. just get me a beer." You stood there for a few seconds , just making sure the man had made up his mind.

While you were making Soldier's drink , you had finally realized who those 5 men were! ... the mafia. As you walked out and gave Soldier his beer , he thanked you with a drunk-like tone , and continued to laugh and joke with the other 4 mafia men. Mafioso , the leader , had gazed at you for a second or two, before looking off.

Soldier basically chugged his beer , the empty bottle in his hands. He was staring at you , basically asking, even begging, for you to get him another beer. "..pleeaaaseee?" He pleaded, as if it weren't your job to do so.