"Yeah."

Taras raised his glass and knocked back the wine like a shot of hard liquor.

He grimaced.

"I need a few more of those," he muttered. "Have to catch up."

He walked back to the bar and leaned his elbows on the counter, considering the bottles for a few moments.

Taras scowled suddenly.

"That prick took your vodka."

He shook his head.

"At this rate, we'll run out before it's time to leave."

Taras found a napkin and wiped out his glass, then poured himself some cognac, shaking his head, then sighing.

He glanced at Lasha.

"Everything go okay while I was gone?"