He scowled a little, staring at his half full glass. He'd like to drink something that wasn't, yanno, the taste of ick.

But, he's Russian, so sometime he'd have to get used to the taste.

"Probably not. But, it should at least go down. Someone's always going to be fighting but... maybe, eventually some of us will get to retire, guilt-free." Realism, dabbling in optimism.