Tarvish entered his house. Press and helicopters buzzed outside. After all the debriefings, FBI offices, Pentagon holding cells, interrogations, and the pardon, he was alone. Fireworks were going off all over the country. An armed militia had started to ride through DC waving flags. The police held back protesters. Everyone was blaming everyone.

Tarvish closed his front door. He went straight to his oak liquor cabinet. Years ago, the goal was to acquire a bottle from every country he stepped foot on. He’d lost track, but a bottle spoke to him. His hand touched the Goldenbarr Chocolate Vodka. Ukraine’s finest from the Chocolate Don. It was a gift for arming the Ukrainians. “Слава Україні, Героєм слава” was written on the bottle.

Tarvish got a tall glass and ripped open the bottle. The glass was filled to the top.

He was hit with the crushingly hard waft of burning chocolate. It was sweet in a rugged way. Tarvish took the whole glass down. He could feel the liquid in his stomach meet the chocolate. It became his innards. With the last drops, he could finally taste it on his lips. The chocolate. Slightly dark chocolate.

This was good vodka.

He then calmly stood up and whipped the glass across the room. A chocolate explosion of glass sprinkled around the room.

It was good to know that even after everything, Tarvish still had his tantrums. He grabbed his prized Revolutionary Cavalry sword and destroyed his liquor cabinaet, followed by every thing in his house.