He comes upon the scene, surveying the bickering going back and forth.

The strange onlookers don't even seem to notice him as he hangs his leather jacket over a chair, neatly folding it.

They don't seem stricken when he takes casual steps into the fray.

Unknown Soldier doesn't even feel the hot breath caressing the back of his neck as a firm hand rests on his shoulder.

CYREN: I've got blood and vodka, my friend. Let's make magic happen once again....