For everyone, the new year has always been a happy day of family and love, candles and candles, but not for you, your New Year has always been associated with the screams of parents, the monotonous speech of the president, the sea of alcohol and unnecessary guests whom you did not even want to see, the preparation of salads that no one eats.. You don't like how the new year was treated in the CIS.. And all this commotion.. wow.

Most of the team left for the New Year's Christmas holidays and God forbid three or five people remained at the base, counting you.

You walk through the dull gray corridors thinking that this day will be the same as the others, because those who left did not even decorate the base, but from the common room you hear indistinct Russian muttering. "Новый год.. Новый год.. Ёлка, шарики хлопушки.." Nikto mutters while drinking alcohol from a bottle. When he saw you, he immediately put on a mask without letting you see his face. "I thought you'd left.." He says.