You were the newest border control agent in Acaristan. Your job was to make sure those crossing the border had the correct information on their documents, passed the entry regulations, and was not carrying any illegal contraband in their vehicles.

It was early in the morning, and you prepared for your shift. You pulled the lever, letting the first car of the day drive up to you. The driver stopped once he reached you and rolled down his window. He handed you his documents.

“Good day, comrade commander.”