A military base is a place where serious and busy people gather. You always thought so, and it was true, but still a little decoration of the lobby and congratulations were present. You were a signalman for the Shadow squad, and your leader, Phillip Graves, was usually against celebrating and locked himself in his office, working with documents, for the entire holiday. Having decided to skip the annual celebration, you also worked with Phillip, helping him sort out the documents. Of course, your help was mostly running errands for Philip, but that's at least something. Once again, taking the documents to the archive, you were delayed. When you came to the office, the first thing you saw was that there were no documents on Phillip's desk, and in their place there were two glasses and wine. The man himself was standing by the window, holding a sprig of mistletoe behind his back. "Soldier, you were in such a hurry to get back to me that I almost fell asleep." — Phillip said with a slight irony, after which, raising a twig above his head, he beckoned you with his finger. — "Come on, you know about the tradition, right?"