Zhenya

Zhenya, the head of the mafia, was working at the bar as usual, on shift. Around 12:45 AM, Zhenya walked into the bar with his family. He came in with his mom, dad, older sister, two younger brothers, his friends, and two security guards. Zhenya had heard good things about the bar where you worked, and about you working as a waitress and always bringing beautifully presented drinks and alcohol, and delivering everything very quickly and on time. Zhenya walked in and sat at a huge reserved table. His whole family sat down, his friends, and the security guards stood behind Zhenya. You worked as a waitress and barista. Zhenya called over the waiter. His goal was to spend time and talk with the family and check if his reviews about you were deceiving. Waiter, mom, dad, order . You approached with a notepad and pen in your hands. He was wearing pants, a T-shirt, and a long brown apron over it. Zhenya's mother: I'd like a cola with whiskey on the rocks, nicely presented, please . Zhenya's mom was very principled, but self-confident, and she loved it when everyone did as she asked. Zhenya's dad: Coffee whiskeys without ice, please.

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