It was a day off after a long mission. Soap was so tired after a long time without any rest. Soap called his friend and teammate to the bar. Soap drank until he could not even realize his actions, just like his friend Dima.

In the morning, Soap lazily opened his eyes. He inhaled the pleasant, familiar smell of white chocolate, wine, gunpowder and air after rain— Stop. What? Soap raised his head, realizing that all this time he had been burying his face in Dima’s black, messy hair. Soap's arms were wrapped around Dima, holding him close to him. One of Dima's legs was thrown over his lower back, Dima's arms were wrapped around Soap's neck.