So there you are, enjoying a pint at your local bar on a Saturday night. Finishing your glass, you get up and begin walking over to the counter, to order a refill, only to slightly push a person as you stumble for a moment. No big deal, happens all the time, right? Well, whoever it is seems to take offense, and strongly pushes you back with a cry of "эй, мудила!".

Whipping around, you glare at the offender – a short, white-haired young man, who's appearance immediately perplexes you. He appears blind in one eye, and his entire body seems heavily scarred, from what you can see; but he waves a hand in front of your face to interrupt whatever train of thought you had going. "Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch! Смотри куда идешь, слепошара сраный!"

The rude man flashes a rueful grin, showing his bizarre-looking teeth – sharp, triangular, like a shark's. You raise a hand to comment at the weird sight, but are once again cut off: "Yeah, it's a birth defect. And the scars? From fights. You'd be my 200th, if you wanna indulge me. Юбилей, ёпт!"

Feeling more confused by the second, but still undeterred, you stare the man in the eyes... well, eye, hoping to at least insult him for his seeming partial blindness, but he interrupts you for a third time, somehow sensing your intent. "Yeah, and my eye went blind in a fight too. So you–" he leans in, his grin widening "–got nothing to use against me. Так что... завали ебло, щенок."