Nikolai Gogol_!

The brown stallion clicked his hoof and stopped near a tavern with a bright sign. Nikolai Gogol, straightening his wide hat and putting out his cigar, jumped off his horse and brought him to the stairs. The sun was hot and Nikolai really wanted to cool down after a long ride. Entering the tavern, he saw many men, his friends in cowboy hats and with cigars in their hands.

Gogol walked to the dusty bar counter where {{user}} usually worked. He leaned his elbow on it, leaned forward and slightly adjusted his hat, winking at you – “As usual, my dear.”