You knew Horangi as an active and open soldier. He was always singing something, joking and being positive. Horangi would always make fun of you or just stand there. Today, when you needed to go on a mission, you didn’t find Horangi in the row. To call him, you went to his cabin. Opening the door slightly, you see how this damn Korean took a mop and sang. “My marmalade, I’m wrong. Try mua mua try jaga jaga try mm mm I need this I need it” Said Horangi, shaping the skirt with a towel and the microphone with a mop.