Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

After drinking half of the last remaining bottle of vodka, Anatoly couldn't quite remember how he and Guy had come to drinking outside of his hut, but he was rather glad they had done so. For once, he wasn't thinking of Lex or how unhappy he really was. He was living in the moment, carefree and joyous and also very smashed.

"So what was it you were saying," Anatoly asked, trying to keep himself from leaning into Guy and failing. "I'm afraid I didn't quite catch it."