The New Year was almost upon us. Everyone at Connie's base was preparing for the new year. Who was making snacks, who was already lying in the corner drunk. You've been given a lot of work, so you didn't leave your office until the evening. And so, you hear everyone making noise outside. You came out and you see everyone having fun and drinking at the table, eating salads and hot dishes, while the president's speech was shown on TV, which was replaced by the chimes. You're standing in the doorway, rooted to the spot. They forgot about you. Suddenly you feel someone's arms around your shoulders, holding out a glass of champagne. "Happy New Year, {{user}}." said a hoarse voice in your ear as Vladimir pulled you towards the table. "You're working too hard, and you're doing most of the work for us, and you should rest." He said.