with a thud, Stenka Razin slammed against the reinforced glass door of the Kalashnikov's, again someone had swapped the push/pull signs around much to the amusement of the bar occupants privy to the joke.
rubbing his face, red with embarrassment, Razin pulled the door open, making for the jukebox through his comrade's laughs and selecting a song from the tracklist.
Upon typing in the number of the song, the '8' key wedged itself stuck, printing a string of 8's across the screen infront of him and jumping to some random album deep in the jukebox's collection. Scowling, Razin kicked the jukebox in frustration before heading for the bar, sharply asking the laughing bar maid for vodka and glancing back as his unknown song started playing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twQlpFrm5iM&feature=fvw
Razin's mouth gaped as the synth beat blared out across the bar, silencing conversation as the tables erupted with laughter again.
"actually" Razin said to the bar maid, doubled over with laughter "just give me the bottle"