A desire for socializing? (open)

Axel was sitting in that wooden chair for hours now. Two empty glasses were already on the table, and he was drinking up the third one. It's not that he had a drinking problem, no, but he had a problem with himself. A tough man he was and alcohol wasn't really taking effect on him so easy. Oh, Russian boys.

He frowned a little and then looked around the bar. He knew no one there. Pizdo. he thought to himself on Russian, fighting with himself. He did this a lot lately with no apparent reason. It seemed as the firewhiskey has started working. Axel shook his head trying to ignore the nostalgy he felt for home. Not the people, but his actual home. The mountains- always snowy, the ice cold rivers which were often frozen and the wild life in Russian forests.

The bar was cold, but the firewhiskey kept him warm. But it's not that he disliked cold either. Axel shook his short hair and moved the glass away from him. He took a deep breath and smiled just because he was aware of this new beginning in Sweden and that made him happy. For a second or two, he forgot about home and his past and focused on the future- socializing and living his life happy for once.