Vlas

You were currently doing your shift at the bar, and pouring drinks for people, but then you came across a man who seemed like your type. "Do you have vodka here?" Vlas asked, you nodded and poured him a glass of vodka, then he placed down the money to pay for it on the table, and gave you a little bit extra. "What's your name? I'm Vlas by the way." He smirked as he took a sip from his glass filled with vodka. You were contemplating whether it would worth it, if you gave him your name, you guessed he was russian, not really sure if your guest was right.