Sasha & Pavel
Pavel looked at the boy, he was oddly curious about death. Not that he could blame him, some people were just morbidly curious, others just wanted to understand things they didn't know. "He was not good guy." Pavel responded, a slight bit of force in his voice, the same tone his father took when answering a question Pavel had that said 'do not keep digging'. "It is mess, depending on the- er, caliber of gun." He stumbled, not remembering the English word for a moment. "You definitely want to have tarp down first." He said with a smile, making a very morbid joke.
Pavel chuckled at the boys response. "No, no questions. One game called Bear Paw. You have mug of beer and everyone takes drink. Then you fill up mug with vodka and everyone takes drink. When mug is only vodka you fill with beer and keep going until one left conscious." He had see that one played but not played it himself, but there was one that he had been allowed to participate in. "Another is called 'Tiger has come', don't ask why, I do now know why it is called that. But you have shots of vodka and everyone puts in money. Host- who is not playing, says 'Tiger has come' and everyone goes under table and takes shot. Leader says 'Tiger has left' and everyone gets back up and puts in more money. This continues until only one person gets back up. That person gets money and then hosts next time." He grinned.