Bagrli's roar was like a giant stone crashing into the boiling bonfire, instantly freezing the Cuirassiers who were dancing around.
Their hands were still resting on each other's shoulders, with wine jars scattered haphazardly around their feet.
Aleksei also stopped dancing and turned his head to look around.
It was a man half a head taller than the surrounding Cuirassiers, carrying a blood-dripping gray wolf skin on his shoulder.
Three deep red battle lines crossed his face, extending from his left eyebrow to his jaw, with a crooked cross tattooed under his right eye.
Two sabers were tucked at his waist, the scabbards wrapped in worn deer skin, clearly having rushed back from the hunting grounds without even unloading his weapons.
"Boss Bagrli!" The burly man who had been pouring Aleksei's wine was the first to react; he hastily hid the wine bottle behind his back. "We... we were chatting..."
