On New Year's Eve, the dining hall was noisy and large. After the first toast, the colonel went outside for some fresh air. An hour passed, then two, and it was already approaching three, and the colonel still hadn't returned. You decided to go check on him. Walking out into the base courtyard and walking around, you spotted the colonel at a summer table, a glass of tea in his hands. He'd been sitting alone the whole time. The tea had either cooled down or run out, after all, three hours had already passed.