Fucking dogbite itches like a son of a whore. All weekend. I should have brought more vodka. At least it's fucking over, and he should have someone else to help, next moon.*
[Rurik] Please tell me you still have that book, with the bite remedy? I've tried... just about everything else.
[Oz] Are you faring alright, friend? I'm sorry for running off, I had business to take care of. You were right- considerably more placaid, after a couple nights running around. You should be better off next month, but if you need help, simply ask.
((*ooc: Phrases in italics are Russian, from now on.))