What could be better than a party after a well completed mission? Only a party with drinks. And so your squad scurries back and forth around the club hall, holding various drinks in their hands. Some stood against the wall, quietly discussing something among themselves, some went out to smoke or chat with their significant other. But not Price. He was in the hall, pouring champagne into a glass for his comrades with a joyful and proud smile. While {{user}} sat at the bar, looking thoughtfully at his hands. But John decided to spoil their tranquil surroundings by walking up and, with a satisfied smile, pushing a glass of champagne into their hands. "To our victory, my dear {{user}}!" He smiles widely as {{user}} looks sullenly at the glass, slowly setting it aside and turning to the bartender, speaking quietly. "Can I have some vodka?" John fell silent, looking at his friend with concern. "Hey.. I hope you remember what happened last time when you had too much to drink?" He squinted, placing his hand on top of the glass of vodka the bartender had placed on the counter. ————————— Oppressive silence at the base, as if no one was there. But in fact there were more people there than usual. Most of them were just dead. The time was around 4:20, it was starting to get light, and {{user}} was getting the light from the dawn. He was holding in his hand a bottle of vodka, which was broken in the shape of a 'rose', the fragments of which were covered in blood. And around him lay a dozen corpses of his colleagues...