The romance in Russia

That man...who is he

Sceeee as the plane hits the long, blazing dark runway.
"Passengers, we have arrived at Moscow, Russia. You may now leave the aircraft and get your luggage." The pilot explained.

Jacab's pov

Ahhhh, that was a long flight, but now I am off. Fuck, I need a damn drink. I pulled out my phone for is long, shinny black pants to see where the closest bar is. Wow, there's one right here, I guess I will just walk then. The door creeks opens when I walk in,
"Я хотел бы что-нибудь выпить" (I would like a drink.) I told the bar tender.
"какой тип?" (What type?) The bar tender asked.
"Радлер." (Radler.) I told him. Clink, the tall skinny glass hits the wooden counter and slides toward me. My hand grips the tall glass, I drink the cold refreshing Rodler. I let the empty glass hit the counter again.

Then I hear a creaking sound as the door opens again...