Successful missions were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others.

Makarov had been sitting by himself by the bar, his head resting on his hand and he was grumbling to himself. Someone went to check on him and the man exploded, arguing about something completely underrated. He stormed out towards his balcony, taking a bottle with him.

The whole room was dead silent. Uncomfortable would be an understatement. Thankfully there was a charismatic enough guy to ease the tension and return the spark to the event.

Some time went by before you were asked to go check on Vladimir. They might as well told you to go check if a landmine was active by stepping on it.