Opinions, everyone had one. ...Unfortunately.
The bar was quiet today, so Lavrentiy sat comfortably in a chair smoking and reading. He tucked a long piece of platinum hair behind his ear, taking a long drag from one of his treasured clove cigarettes. He blew the smoke out his nose, watching the smoke unfurl slowly in the air. He looked back down at his book... The Age of Innocence . Ironic considering his opinion of people. He chuckled at that thought, turning the page and beginning to read again. He'd picked it up somewhere or another... but it kept him busy when there was nothing else to do.
He flipped the book over to keep the page, stubbing out his cigarette before he went and gave a round of drinks to the waitresses and looked sideways with a bit of a snotty look as he addressed the new patron that had come to the counter. "What do you want?" He asked, his tone neutral, but his expression clearly saying he wasn't interested if the patron had a life story to tell. That happened when people got drunk. "And if you haven't decided, make it soon cause I don't have all night." He added in his thick Russian accent, eyeing the patron again before he poured himself a drink.