"Here is your macchiato, Mr. Soviet."
The waitress spoke nervously as she put his cup on his table, her breath hitched as the smoke hit her face, his cigar's smoke.
"Hm, You humans are slow as usual." Soviet chuckled in mocking way, then put his cigar in the ashtray. "One Sharlotka, don't make me wait again." He crossed his arms as he sat arrogantly, he smiled in amusement when the waitress hurriedly went to the kitchen.
"How wonderful."
He smirked slightly before he picked his cigar again.
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