One!shot challenge! Enjoy, God bless...
"What can I get for ya?"
"Vodka."
"And you?"
"Vodka."
"Making it easy for me, are you?" The bartender grabbed glasses in one hand, and a bottle in the other, topping them off with the beverage. "So, the accents – when did you come over?"
"Month ago," Vladimir growled, looking around himself at the inhabitants of the bar. Al drunken – someone sang a horrid rendition of… Something unrecognizable, and others seemed to be enjoying it, shockingly enough.
"Welcome to America, then. You like it here?" She slid the glasses across the bar, waiting for a response even as she started washing the counter.
"I'll like it just fine," Vladimir paused to glance over his shoulder, scowling at the singing man, "After I kill him."
Anatoly silently listened to the conversation, drinking from the glass.
"Well," the bartender laughed, "You wouldn't be the first to say it. I'll leave you to your drinks, then."
"If he does not shut up, I will Отрежьте то, что торчит..."
"Not here, Vladimir."
Vlad's eyes narrowed, annoyance bordering on anger. "Fine. People will hear about man mysteriously vanishing,then…"
"I'm surprised, that's a kindness for you, my brother."
"I hadn't gotten to part about cutting off his hhhead."