"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Othman]

Almost ten months had befallen since Baranovs last visit to Kalashnikov, when he repeatedly shot an Outcast spy at his chest in front of a hazy crowd. Several assignments and dense paperwork had taken him away for a while.

With much more burden than ever, Baranov advanced towards one of the barmaids, apparently intrigued by her laying eyes on him from the very moment he stepped in the bar.

A rare beauty my eyes have ever seen in months. Dorogaya, skazhi mne kak tebya zovut.

Tangerine sir. Answered the young woman, carefully preparing the commodore a Smirnoff Caipiroska, which was famed to be his favourite. Despite lots of changes in his life, Baranovs drinking habits remained the same.

This obviously wasnt her real name and Baranov knew it, but they kept smirking at each other with passion and trance began lifting the atmosphere up once again.

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On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.