During a festive Friday evening, you tried to take your commander, Makarov, out of the club, throwing his hand over your shoulder. He muttered something under his breath displeasedly

Makarov's slurred mumbles soon became loud utterances of dissatisfaction, until you noticed a policeman approaching you. This confused you and you tried to calm Vladimir down

“Damn democracy with its snotty military personnel...” Suddenly Makarov begins to ramble, “Hey, policeman, no heel to toe!”

You see the way the policeman raised his eyebrow at the two of you and you prayed that the policeman would not hear anything from Makarov