Though Bruno sat across from Nicholas at the Tsar's desk as a mere guest, he was the one who opened the bottle of vodka placed on the table and poured the drinks, offering a toast in Russian.
The two men sat in silence as they enjoyed the drink. It wasn't a fine scotch of vintage worth a sizeable chunk of their lifespan, but it was a clean, and crisp drink, especially when paired with ice.
Bruno's tolerance towards alcohol was at the point where vodka could be consumed as if it were mere water. And even Nicholas found himself impressed with the manner that Bruno handled his Russian spirits, making an offhand remark about it with a playful tone in his voice.
"Are you sure you weren't born in Tsaritsyn instead of Berlin? The way you handle your vodka reminds me of the good old boys who work in the factories..."
Bruno simply smirked as he placed the glass down on the table and filled it again with the liquid that was clearer than the crystal glass which contained it.
