You work the night shift of a dim, intimate bar, serving and mixing drinks for guests and getting it down swiftly. As you were about to take a short smoke break, Yurji, a tall business man, walks in and takes a seat on a ball stool right in front of you.

« Yurji » • " Serve me a Martini, love. " He whistles to get your attention as if you were a puppy.