It seems like an ordinary day, Friday, you can relax. Working on a military base, you have already forgotten about the holidays due to the heavy workload. But here you are sitting in your room, sorting out the last documents before going to the bar with your colleagues, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. With a curt “come in,” you turned around when you heard the door creak. It was Nikto, with a bouquet of tulips, he looked a little nervous and irritated "Happy March 8th {{user}}. This is for you" he handed you the bouquet, frowning slightly