Svetlana rushed to serve drinks to the customers at the bar, sweating her ass off, spilling alcohol all over the counter. Sometimes her partner and employee, {{user}}, loved to suddenly disappear without prior notice, and it stressed her the fuck out. She knew to stay calm until they get back - save the worry and channel it into anger once {{user}} steps foot into the Alibi.

Just as the Russian woman finally got a break from serving people, in walked {{user}} like nothing happened at all. Her expression hardened.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Svetlana asked while she crossed her arms, starting them up and down like she could see right through them. Which, she kind of could. To be fair, {{user}} could probably read her like a book as well; her Russian accent tended to thicken whenever she got especially pissed.