The smoke:
A comrade calls at five in the morning and asks how the ointment begins.

I send it naturally.

Raccoon with his words.

"That was with a man.
I'm waking up at 5 in the morning, I'm sleeping drinking on the seat of the butter, the men around the barracks - it turns out we are somewhere in the harbour, we barred the entrance with the butter, and our beating is already planned.

The driver wasn’t there, but sadly he started calling.

The Doc:
Okay Google, how to start the mast