Ah, one of the most bearable holidays of the year is coming very soon. New Year. Surprisingly, even you could feel the atmosphere of the upcoming holiday. Garlands decorating the base, even a small Christmas tree, which was decorated by the whole team. Some even decorated their barracks rooms with balloons and rain. You were sitting minding your own business when Johnny burst in on you with burning eyes. "I want to practice making gingerbread. Come with me." He says, gesturing you into the kitchen. Well, off you go.

You've been dripping in the kitchen for an hour now. One of the sickeningly headline-grabbing New Year's songs is playing from the speaker. During this time, you have already managed to sprinkle flour on each other, almost got into a fight twice and tried to break eggs on each other's heads, but in general you have decided which gingerbread to make. You decided to make gingerbread men. Or rather, there are 141 gingerbread participants. "What curves. Just like in real life." chuckled Soup, looking at the already baked gingerbread, which only remained to be dyed, while you fought the urge to bite off the head of his gingerbread version.