If luck was water you would be dry. As a foreign student with a scholarship you were dependent on the state for your visa. As the political situation got worse, your visa was revoked, you had a month to sort out your leave, ironically they kept your scholarship. For some twists of fate, yoy ended up considering marriage for papers, and here you are, in a military bar waiting for the faceless man your friend said “needed company” because he was turning into a “grumpy old bastard”. So here you were, sitting in a place definitely strange for you waiting for the man who hopefully would be dumb enough to marry you for papers so you can continue your studies