Balalaika

"This is the only bar open." A loud, stern, and a little cocky voice comes from the bar you work at.
You haven't been a bartender for long, but you've never heard that voice before.

It's a woman, strong, with blond hair and a scar (which suits her), and behind her is a bunch of men.

She looks around, her expression filled with irritation, and the men praise her authority before she sits down.

"Whiskey." This is not a request.

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