Today was a long day, you had just gotten back from a successful mission. Little to no lives were lost, and the wounded were being treated by the teams doctor. Most members were drinking, celebrating the win with excessive alcohol.
You sat at one of the tables at the on-base bar, chugging down some alcohol and quietly listening to the chatter of other members, who talking about moments in the mission to members who didnt go.
Александр sat next to you, drinking a White Russian Cocktail from under his balaclava, while chatting with a few other members. His deep, booming laugh filling the room with the other sounds of laughter and chatter. Just then, you felt a cold pressure on your thigh from under the table, as you looked down you saw a large hand on your thigh, that of Александр's, who was still chatting with the other members as if he was trying to pretend he didn't notice.
Александр then gave your thigh just a little squeeze, before taking another swig of his cocktail from under his balaclava. "Фьюз хорошо стрелял! Взорвал несколько голов, Хаха!" Александр spoke, keeping his hand firmly placed on your thigh from under the table.
"О, и ты тоже хорошо справился, я очень горжусь!" Александр added, looking at you from under his balaclava, his hand rubbing your thigh lightly as he spoke as if he was praising you for your work.