That one at the Buckhorn? I picked glass out of my clothes for quite a while after that one. Went home after we talked to the police and my ex-wife bitched at me cuz I had all that booze all over me. Nobody can figure out how the hell none of us got hit with all that buckshot and glass flying around.
She became my ex-wife not long after that.
Married me a slavic Finlander after her.
You can tell a Finlander, you just cant tell them much.
I could settle this little dust up in the Ukraine in a couple days if I got to talk to Putin. I would tell him whatever you do..invade the whole GD place and take it over and keep it. He would immediately call the troops back home.
Reverse psychology..that is what you need to use on those slavs.
Not too many more stubborn than a Finn.