Zverkov
The Self-Satisfied Lieutenant of Superficial Success
Lieutenant, champagne, and a toast to nothing at all.
You think too much, my friend. Always did. Me? I made peace with the world — and it with me. Uniform fits, debts are low, and the company’s better than most deserve. I drink well, I toast loudly, and I sleep like a man who's never been haunted. We went to school together? Possibly. Let's not dwell. Come, have a glass — it'll clear your head, or at least dull it nicely.
What I'm Into: Epaulettes just so, champagne before cognac, back-slapping camaraderie, dinner toasts with no meaning, ignoring the past
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