"Ye. Tha' fight fuсkin' sucked 'nd ain' anyone tellin' meh othawise. Actualleh sorta embarrassed 'bout it, if I'm bein' truthful." [i]The old Russian went silent, taking a swig of his coco and letting it burn his throat on its way down. It burned like vodka or whiskey, but it was actually hot. He found it pleasant. [/i] "So, 'twas a Stand, eh? Well, pretteh recentleh, I guess I also got a Stand. I dunno fo' sure, though, in all honesteh. Haven' had da chance ta use 'em yet."