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Post by Sergei Dmitry Ivanov on Sept 24, 2015 23:54:37 GMT
A small place put up by the people of the Saloon to quench the thirst of those poor devils in the festival.
Price Table:
-Pure Homebrewed Wodka ($.50)
-Fine Whiskey ($.80)
-Rotguts ($.50):
--Czar's Piss
--Nightsoil
--Throatslasher
--Swine Sweat
-Beer ($.50)
-Gin ($1)
-Wine ($3 Bottle)
-Water ($.20)
Look! Those are the same prices as the Saloon's, shouldn't they be doing some kind of sale? No, do you want to walk across town to get a drink? Then shut the fuck up.
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 25, 2015 15:21:39 GMT
A man in a Russian military coat stops at the stall and orders two shots of the home distilled vodka. Sergei recognizes him as Captain Alyosha, from the old days of fighting the Turks in the Crimea and around the Black Sea.
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Post by Sergei Dmitry Ivanov on Sept 30, 2015 16:17:42 GMT
"Sergeant Ivanov from the 14th Siberian Division, presenting for duty." Sergei said in russian, smiling as he approached the man. It was not every day that you met an old fellow veteran a couple thousand miles away from home.
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Post by The Storyteller on Sept 30, 2015 18:29:37 GMT
Alyosha smiled. "From the Black Sea to the New World, nice," he said. He takes a drink. "I'd have thought I'd see you at Novoankangelsk more often. I swear I see more of Baba Yaga's hut than you. How is Jackson?"
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Post by Sergei Dmitry Ivanov on Sept 30, 2015 18:53:35 GMT
"Great place, a bit hot compared to home but here people are pretty welcoming." He kissed the man's cheeks. "Got no time to travel around, the Babushka's is really demanding of me."
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Post by The Storyteller on Oct 1, 2015 0:56:54 GMT
"A harsh mistress," he said in understanding. "The town seems nice. The Czar certainly thinks so." He had another shot of vodka. "So does the bitch queen."
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Post by Sergei Dmitry Ivanov on Oct 2, 2015 9:15:16 GMT
The Czar could go fuck himself for all Sergei cared, and the bitch queen too; he had come to America to stay away from despos like them, and their looming approach into his new home made him unconfortable. Not that he went around shouting it to the seven winds his opposition to the regime, you never knew when the other guy would pull up a knife and gut you for disagreeing.
"Do they now, huh?!?" Sergei shrugged. "Got any news from the motherland?"
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Post by The Storyteller on Oct 2, 2015 17:26:41 GMT
"Yes," he said. "The war in France is over, and the Czar sees only opportunity. The New world is his, he thinks. As does the bitch queen. They see this land as the battleground." He shook his head. "Will be a tragedy, soon, if not averted."
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Post by Sergei Dmitry Ivanov on Oct 5, 2015 12:06:11 GMT
"It's all because of this bloody Civil War... Had the Americans been standing together, the Europeans wouldn't have the balls to step on this land." He said, a little annoyed, seeing that his relative peace might as well be disturbed in the near future.
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Post by The Storyteller on Oct 5, 2015 20:02:00 GMT
"Maybe," he said, shrugging, "yet it is what it is. Blood is blood, my friend. The new iron warships have been seen in the Pacific, now. Times are changing. War is changing."
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Post by Sergei Dmitry Ivanov on Oct 5, 2015 23:06:56 GMT
"Then I will fight to keep my freedom... I'm not going back, and I don't want it to come after me either." America was his new homeRussalthough source of fond memories and bad ones too, was just a shadow on the past.
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Post by The Storyteller on Oct 6, 2015 0:10:01 GMT
"Well, better Moscow than London. This is a distraction for the Czar. It's the queen's whole new plan," he said. "She takes the Pacific...well, she has the damn world."
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