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WeaponRight. I'll come ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ back later And see if I can find some beer. |
| Victor was tracking on the side of station squatting in his full gear. Some fool didnt know what was good for him talking shit to Victor whilst Victor was drunk and Victor knew what to do. He saw and he conquered putting a empty bottle of vodka to the head of the fool. The bottle cracked and knocked the fool unconcious. Victor then uncorked his last bottle of fresh vodka. The potato starch saint would not have his name knocked down by some dipshit. He then squatted next to the unconcious guy waiting for him to wake up. "Never act a fool bitch." Victor said as he from a squatting position jumped up to his feet and kicked the dude in his stomach causing him to vomit. Victor then made his way onto the uncoming train. He wore a full on gopnik outfit. A black A D I D A S tracksuit colored black with white stripes and a pair of matching tracking pants. He would go on to take his seat in one of the train carts inside of a coupé. This was the place where Victor was truly going to go savage with the gopnik style. He grabbed his recently uncorked bottle of vodka and his bag of semichki. Put some semichki in his mouth to dry it up and lay the foundation for his stability against getting totally shit faced. He then went over to the trains bar car and asked them if they had spare lemons. They did and so he traded some of his dried meat for a single lemon. He then walked back over to his coupé where he had stored his fine bottle of vodka. The coupé was furnished with dual sofas that were big enough to sleep on and a single table in the middle. he placed his now uncorked bottle of vodka on the table and the lemon that he traded for. Took out his warriors sword holding it in his right ahnd and picked up the lemon with his left hand and then held it down against the table moving his fingers back so that he could cut the lemon in half. He slowly pierced the lemons peel with the sword making a sawing movement. Lemon juice made its way out of the peels as the sword cut deeper and deeper finally making the lemon start splitting into two sides. It was with a thumping sound that the lemon was finally cut in half. He wiped the sword on his left arms and then put it down on the table. he now grabbed one of the lemons halves and put it in his mouth giving it a bit of a chew so that lemon juice squirted out onto his cheek and inside of his mouth. It tasted sour but with a little bit of sweetness. Something he knew would enhance the bitter yet clear taste of the vodka. Victor then put the lemon on the table and took the other lemon up. He held it over his eyes and looked at the lemons flesh not flinching his eyes a single time when he squeezed the fresh lemon juice into his eyes. He then threw the lemon to the side quickly and brought his head down with force into the table so that his entire world would shake if only for a moment. During that moment of crisp shaking Victor instead picked his bottle of vodka up and started chugging it down. Did he get drunk? Well within minutes of having chugged the bottle of vodka Victor was squatting atop the table with his sword in the air. It was time. He put the sword in its sheath and started walking through the train. Leaning onto most of the walls for support. By the time he had reached the bar car he had gotten a cut on his forehead from walking into a chair and falling forward onto his face. The cut wasnt big but the shock from falling had cleared his mind a little bit. Not of idiocy but it had cleared his vision so that he did not see double. Now walking up to the bartender in the bar car Victor screamed something in a foreign language in the bartenders face "Трахни свою суку. Я собираюсь тебя убить. Дайте мне всю вашу водку и опуститесь на землю или подготовьтесь, чтобы ваша голова проникла!" Now see when a man screams in your face shit wasted waving a sword around most civilians comply. And that was how Victor got all the Vodka from the bar car in a big sack. The train then of course stopped and Victor ran like hell. @tag | word count 781 | other things |
MADE BY VEL OF GS + WW
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