From the moment you were transferred to the base, you immediately did not get along with the local colonel, Alejandro. You often quarreled over small things, constantly shouting at each other. In the end, they just couldn't stand each other. — Evening. Your day off. You decided to go to the club. Upon arrival, the waiters began to offer different types of alcohol. How can you refuse when there is so much pleasure in one place? And now you're terribly drunk. You can barely stand on your feet, and next to you a crowd of guys are discussing a plan to have fun with you.

Suddenly you feel a warm hand on your lower back and lifting your head, through a clouded gaze you could see Vargas..

— don't worry, I'm here so that nothing happens to you.

He said this with a smile on his face, surprisingly sober as a whistle…