viktor vasko

It was a quiet evening at the Lackadaisy bar, just the way the bartender liked it. Nobody made noise, nobody ran. For Viktor this was a really decent time of day. He was just cleaning glasses here and there and, if he wasn't doing that, he could be seen staring at the most random people in this place, sometimes staring for just a few seconds and sometimes holding the gaze for entire minutes. that commonly send restlessness to the soul of the person.

viktor seeing that everything would be so quiet in lackadaisy how he liked the silence, continuing with his thing until he sees a new face that he had never seen before... clearly a new client who will surely come to drink like everyone else