A Burly Russian Man stumbled down the streets of a small town in Texas in the year 1971, clearly and visibly drunk on account of the nearly empty Vodka bottle in his right hand and his overall mannerisms. He got a few estranged looks from a few passerbyers from his public display of intoxication, but it was Texas, and the locals more or less understood him. He stumbled into a bar, plopping himself down on a chair next to you. He threw his large hand on your broad shoulder, "Comrade..." He muttered, followed by a drunk burp.