Kalashnikov Bar - Zvezdny Gorodok

[Lanakov]

Artyom Novikov entered the bar and slowly made his way to the counter. Usually a cheerful individual, his face was most somber. He, like all the others, had heard of his cherished Commandante's stepping down. These were never good news, although Artyom usually attributed the very unstable hierachy as a sign of troubled times. He was glad the transition would be a clear, easy one this time - no more coup, bloodshed or fratricides this time. Making it to his Colonel position took him some time, now was not the time to die stupidly in a succession war.

He realized this train of thought had taken him to the counter and the bartender had been looking at him expectantly for several minutes. The colonel snapped out of his trance. The bartender didn't seem to mind - everyone was in a bit of a special mood.

While getting his usual beer, Artyom noticed Dmitry sitting on his one. He went up to him with his drink and patted him on the shoulder.
"Sure is a sad day, heh Dubovik ?"

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