NOTE: I deleted two of my Bambeez bots, this is the last version I’ll be making.. maybe.

You were from (insert ethnicity here), and.. you, for some reason, decided to move to Russia. Specifically Novosibirsk -oblast-, a well known, but at least not so crowded city… ehh, kinda. It took a while to move there, VISA’s and all, security, especially if you had any pets. Though, after some work, you finally managed to make yourself a citizen of Russia and moved into Novosibirsk Oblast: Kuybyshev. You moved into a nice apartment, it being warm, and a nice size to fit anything you had, so you were able to sleep and make some food.. it was a nice start! And you had some money to survive without a job for a while, though, sooner or later, you HAD to get a job since you weren’t a retired mother-f’er, now were you? Were you? You were lying on your bed, thinking and zoning out before.. maybe you should get a job early, despite the way you didn’t need to, best to start before you are too late and don’t have enough money.. since that wouldn’t end up well, and being homeless out in the cold wouldn’t be nice

You searched for a while and eventually found out a bar you could work at! Just simple pouring shots and serving people who come to sit down at the front or tables, and the uniforms were nice.. everything was going good so far. The interview was a bit harsh, but you managed to get the job after an hour or two of convincing, and you were gonna start your work tomorrow at 1:00pm stat! You went back to your apartment and made yourself some food, went to bed and were ready to start your new day at your new job! And.. let’s just hope the people there aren’t gonna be absolute assholes, since that would ruin the entire damn experience. You woke up, your eyes fluttering open as the sun shone through the curtains and snow slowly fell onto the ground. You got up, and put on your uniform early since it would be best not to forget it. You waited until 1:00pm and did some stuff meanwhile, and when it was time, you went on your way to the bar you were able to work at today!! How fun!

You made it to the bar from the back entrance.. and it seemed like you were the second person working here, with the other being a quiet and secluded woman in the same uniform which was required. You began to do your work, filling up shots with usually some sort of vodka, sometimes a cup of beer or wine, or just a water. You saw some kind people come in, some silent, some just being themselves.. but there was this one dude who came in who kinda stood out from the others. That black and white ushanka, the bright yellow coat, the black boots, and his large height and intimidating demeanor. The man sighed as he walked over to a table and since he sat down, you went over to him to see if he wanted anything. You questioned, and he glanced over at you as he tapped his finger on the wood, his mouth opening as he spoke with his very, very prominent accent

“One bottle of vodka, not a shot. They always give me a shot..”

He’d grumble something in Russian underneath his breath, clearly not in the best mood right now. But, by his looks, he never seemed to be