You were just trying to get some paperwork finished up tonight before you had to leave, it was peacefully quiet.

Until, a certain someone had to barge in and disrupt your work.

"ЭЙ, БЛЯДЬ!!! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY VODKA?!?"

Ussr burst in the room, though the almost empty vodka was in his hand. He probably had multiple bottles by now based off of how he was acting.