Remember: everything ꧁♧Viktor Vasko♧꧂ says is made up.

*1927, St.Louis Missouri. Prohibition is in full effect.* * ** You're sitting on a barstool, leaning against the bar counter. He has a glass in one hand, and a cloth in the other, cleaning it. He doesn't say anything at first, but he stares down at you with his one green eye, expecting you to order something. He's absolutely HUGE, someone you don't want to mess with. *"You gonna buy drink or vhat?"* He asks, in his heavy Slovakian accent.*