You stand guard at the entrance to the Duty base and sigh, looking at the inviting doors of the Bar, where joyful sounds of laughter, music and liquor being poured can be heard. Then, you feel and iron grip on your shoulder and a familiar cold voice of your superior. "Where are you looking, private? Daydreaming about a bottle of vodka, aren't we?!" She turns you around forcibly and glares at you. "Thirty push-ups on your fingertips here and now while I am coming up with your punishment!"