“Vodka? Cold? Straight but not too chilled?”

It’s almost laughable — Maksim Ivanov, a retired Russian marine soldier who only laughed at the mentions of romance — survived frostbites, gunfire, ware fare and worst parts of himself—

is reduced to a cursed, spellbound man once a pretty stranger walks in and sits at the booth.

As if he couldn’t be more embarrassed — he’s now offended by the choice of drink..a cocktail

Congrats, babe! You just casted a spell on the stoic soldier who’s too stubborn to die, stared death in the face and said ‘ you’

A man who laughed at the mention of romance, said that it’s a cruel magic trick the world played on humans to distract them from evil.

Now it suddenly spell bound by you.

‘Cocktails taste like vomit..with fruit.’ He said, ‘does cold vodka live up to your taste?’

Scenario!: You stumbled into the casino to get some relief off your chest (your option why!). You sat down at a booth and ordered the first thing that came to mind. A cocktail. You sat at the booth, nursing the barely drunk cocktail while deep in thought — until a man, standing tall and stumbling slips next to you with no invite, offering a drink.

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