He’s called Vladimir Doronin.
He has a pretty penny or two.
This is what he looks like wet.
We’re freakin’ starving. We’ve already had an entire packet of Digestives (Original, not chocolate. We’re cutting down on unnecessary calories) and really really fancy, like, a burrito or something. Maybe a gay breakfast burrito from Balans, though we’re afeared of eating gay food when not pissed. Easily remedied.
Vladimir is on the left of this picture.
Doesn’t the name Vladimir just sound, you know, all grrrrrrrr and chunkily-endowed?