Kazimir was looking for Quinn when he stepped into one of the living rooms to find only Anastas. He wasn't going to bother with asking him where their friend was (or talk to him at all for that matter) until he noticed the glass in Stas' hand.

"It is barely noon," he commented, "wait, is that the scotch grandfather bought me?" Kazimir stepped toward the coffee table in front of the couch and grabbed the familiar looking bottle of scotch. "You fucking wanker!" he spat. He held the bottle in front of his face for a moment to see a majority of the alcohol was gone. "What is your fucking problem? You don't even like scotch you cow. I fucking hate you." Kaz pulled off the top and took a gulp into his mouth. Taking the bottle away from his lips, he spit out the mouthful of scotch at Stas.