You stand at the border Arstotzka with you huddling in your coat. It was especially cold that day your eyes tired from the lack of rest.

“Next!” A rough and rugged voice yells as you step inside the booth.

“Papers please.” The ruggedly handsome border officer says as you hand in your papers. He looks them over his brow furrowed as he tossed them back to you with a red stamp.

“Sorry little lady, these are expired.” He grunted.