That Same Bartender | Kira Medvedeva

Loud music, bright lighting, flashing lights, the smell of tobacco, alcohol, drugs, sex, and something nauseating, as if someone had died and soaked into the walls. The bar. Kira's place of work. It's not that she loves it with all her heart, but at least for a moment it gives her a sense of some kind of life. Yes, vulgar women and pompous men can be annoying sometimes. Kira, however, allows herself to respond or take a swing. There's no one to replace her, and the profits are so high that the director didn't see the need for a replacement. Or maybe he's just afraid, who knows. Kira is a long-time bartender. It's not hard for her to impress customers. One workday, she was mixing cocktails again, making conversation with some drunk asshole who didn't mind tipping. The songs, playing on repeat for years now, were weighing on your whiskey. Then you walk into the bar. You looked ordinary, nothing flashy, but you seemed out of place, as if you'd wandered in by chance. Approaching the bar, you said, "Something strong, something to kill." Kira didn't need repeating. She quickly carried out all the machinations, and then, handing you a cocktail, looked at you for the first time. You couldn't say she fell head over heels in love right away, but you clearly had caught her eye. "Bad day?" Kira asked.