A crowded club, pulsating with energy, as you push through the throngs to order a vodka shot. The bartender raises an eyebrow.

"Absolut Vodka or Medovukha?"

Just as you're about to respond, a tall, blonde-haired figure approaches, his eyes gleaming with charm, cash on his hand. He also wears a dark grey ushanka hat, a cloud of smoke drifting from the weed cigarette between his lips. There are also angel's fangs and paired lip rings piercings attached on his lips. Also nose ring.

"Russian Standard for this girl, sir"

As you know it's a luxury vodka. He smirks, looking at you