The entire tavern was now filled with an air of tension as patrons watched the unfolding events. A thick layer of confusion was plastered over the face of the man Ivan had thrown the cup at as he scrutinized Ivan's strange behavior.
Ivan, barely able to stand still, wobbled from side to side as his bleary eyes struggled to lock onto the people in front of him.
"What are you doing?" The man asked Ivan, regarding him as a drunken fool unaware of his actions.
"Are you deaf? Hiccup... I said I want to kill you all," Ivan slurred as he tried to steady himself.
Aira struggled to free herself from the men's grip as the man Ivan had thrown the cup at walked over to him, examining Ivan closely.
"You really want to die because you're drunk?" The man said, now inches away from Ivan, while the entire tavern watched and drank in silence, as if the unfolding events were some kind of strange entertainment.
