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Although still somewhat confused, Patrick proudly tuned into a popular drinking song, hoping the Commissar would know it, and possibly tune in himself

Vladimir raised his eyebrows, higher, and higher with each agonizing note that left McKinley's throat. Briefly shaking his head for a moment, he took his pistol from the desk, aiming it nowhere in particular.

"Really? You called that a song of celebration? I've heard those dying a slow and painful death emit mot pleasant sounds than whatever the hell that just was." His tone hinted towards his lack of amusement as his head shot straight up.