Volume 1, No. 1

Banquet / Tyrras ... 12 

tables, men and women reached out to shake Bellamy's hand. Another woman kissed him. Someone else took him by the arm and pulled him to a chair. "Hallo, Kanada!" roared the stranger. "We drink to Kanada." And he thrust a shot glass into Bellamy's hand. Morozin returned and was starting to speak angrily to the stranger, but Bellamy stopped him.
"To Russia," Bellamy said and clinked his shot of vodka against the stranger's.
"Kanada!" shouted the man. But he stopped Bellamy from putting the glass to his lips, and instead put his arm through Bellamy's, and with their arms locked, he ordered: "Now dring!" Bellamy and the Russian tossed back the vodka in unison. The man then embraced Bellamy and kissed him on the lips.
"Brat," said the Russian jabbing Bellamy with his finger. "Also Brat," he pointed at himself.