Pyotr and Artyom sat at the table in the bar. Decorations had been hung. Banners sprawled across the roof, bearing hammers and sickles. A band played at the stage. They were a classical band, but specifically a military ensemble consisting of men. The VDV Choir.
"Tak pust zhe Krasnaia..."
The music was complex and entertaining. The guests who were there already had drinks of whiskey, soft drinks and, of course, Vodka.
"Hope it was worth it" sighs Pyotr, as he fiddled around with his fork
