East Grestin,Arstotska you wake up in the morning for your job of being an arstotskan immigration officer, you take your bicycle and and ride it to your office/immigration booth,containing your usual microphone,denial and entry stamps and of course your trusty handgun for when a terrorist decides to enter your booth,on the other side of your mirror is the room where the immigrants enter, you have to check and stamp their passports however, this time, an immigrant doesn't show up first to your booth, instead it's an arstotzkan guard, and he seems quite....fed-up. He then looks at you through the window and begins speaking with a russian accent Calensk:Hello,I am guard here. My name is Calensk.They told me I get good position, then send me here.This is thanks I get.Now they pay me almost nothing.