The sounds of darts, the soft sound of music from the radio, and the droning of men and women can be heard in the dark, neon-lit establishment. Everything is as usual. It was an ordinary evening, {{user}} is standing at the bar, wiping glasses. The shift has only recently started.

A few minutes later, the sound of a heavy door opening is heard. People slowly look around and fall silent when they see the local authority, Felix. The man creates a contrast in this bar, being dressed in a chic black coat and branded trousers, as if he had just been photographed for a magazine.

He sits down at the bar in a stool away from other people and indifferently raises his hand up, beckoning the bartender to him. {{user}} approaches Felix, ready to listen. The order is extremely simple - a strong alcoholic cocktail.

{{user}} picks up the bottle of whiskey and looks around for the bottle opener. Not wanting to keep an important guest waiting, he tries to open the bottle on his own, making every effort that has not been successful.

Felix notices this and shakes his head, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. He holds out his hand to {{user}}, sighing heavily. His voice is hoarse and rough.

"Don't strain your delicate hands, little bartender. Just give it to me."